Dungeons & Dragons Cookbook Novels & Stories

Because it’s pretend. Dungeons in games are designed in the players’ favour. The DM wants you to win. Dungeons in real life are not. The DM wants you to die. And you never get any loot. I should have had a magic ring for every finger and one for my cock the number of times I’d escaped death. Pro-tip: always roll need on a magic cock ring.

This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any kind of resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely simultaneous. I love and appreciate your comments. I gladly like to hear what any of you might say. With that all out of the way, I hope you enjoy this book. ♥WELCOME TO THE BOOK♥ ♥TAMING THE DRAGON♥ ❤ELYSIAN POINT OF VIEW❤

Leaving peace and stepping into war. As he looked about the two-room shack, he scratched his head in wonder. Thirty years of stacking things here and there, how would he ever find all he needs in this mess? Bookshelves, counters, and tables were covered with open books strewn about. Pages of parchment, some rolled up nice and neat while others lay scattered here and there, blew in the light breeze. There was so much knowledge and research just lying about how would he condense into one small pack, plus food, water, and a bedroll.

Warmth spreads through me, making my veins and muscles come alive. It’s as if I’ve inherited her gift, clarity washing over me. I scan the grimoire, noting the ingredients I need. I search the jars, my hands trembling slightly, and gather everything required. I grind the herbs with the mortar and pestle, following the book’s instructions to the letter. I toss the mixture into a large pot on the stove, adding the final ingredient—a ghost dahlia.

“Sorry to say, but running for my life kicked my ass. I passed out on the couch.” I frowned, pulling the book across the counter to me as Matt kept pulling stuff out of the cabinets. “A bookstore?” He hummed. I skimmed the cover. “Potion Efficacy for the Everday…” He hummed. As I flipped through the pages, I realized that it was more of a potions textbook than a recipe book, though a lot of the dishes were ones that Matt had made. The beef stew from the night before was inside. I scanned the pages, noting Matt’s handwriting in the margins and all the sticky notes that had been added. My lips twitched. Hadn't he brought home books from college like this?

My home was the closest to the ocean, the farthest point away from the temple,all wisely planned by my grandpa so I would have a hard time lurking around during sessions that plan is not working out well. I reached in and carefully pulled out an old book, a very very old book. The pages were turning a musky brown colour and the ink came off if pressed on. The book cover was dirty and faded but I could still make out the words Dark Arts. The book was originally general knowledge of dark arts, spells, potions and a whole lot but the one I held had been reviewed with hand written guidelines, understanding of spells and how to use the spells to create new ones.

Flavius asks. "You are right human, under normal circumstances that would indeed be difficult. But it just so happens that we have a store of dragons ore and dwarf steel," Alec replies with a triumphant smirk. "So you have the materials but do you have the means to properly enchant the weapons. I have heard of many great blades that fall to ruin when improperly enchanted," Flavius says. "Judging from your attitude you must be a blacksmith. Worry not no precious metals will be ruined under our watch. Enchantment is a tricky thing but none do it better than the Fae," Alec assures.

Really? ‘Werewolves? Really?’ my beast scoffs in my head. ‘Er… we have a hell of book down here. We packed if up with all the stuff in the kitchen that Rose asked for. Looks like a recipe book but is about three inches thick and weighs a fucking tonne. Bloody thing is wrapped in chains and has a lock on it too. I don't think even Gwynn's recipes warrant such extreme measures to keep them from prying eyes.’ I hear a loud thump from downstairs, which can only be the sound of the book Ryder spoke of, landing on the wooden dining table in the middle of the kitchen. That woman was one hell of a cook, no denying that.

There were large leather-bound books, most of which looked shabby due to dust or old age. An old gold-bound book with foliage ornaments was located on the topmost bookshelf. It looked the thickest of all the books there. I was curious and looked at the contents. This book explains everything about witches, from rituals to how to fight with them. It was probably written by our predecessors. But some of the pages at the back talked about potions from plants as well as treatment steps using magic spells. I guess it's more similar to the rituals of white witches. I closed it and put it back on the shelf. Then I heard

"I have a theory." Draco said as he flipped the pages of the old book. It was called the book of supernaturals. A small leather bound book that had information on every recorded supernatural. Gabriel had called Draco the minute he left Elliot who had been thoroughly confused by his request. Draco had come over quickly and Gabriel ushered him into his study and locked the door behind them. It was still early, too early for Lori to wake up so he knew they had a few more minutes to themselves before she woke up.