Dungeons & Dragons Honour Among Thieves Doric Novels & Stories

The war has begun sooner than I had anticipated. Warriors from every clan have gathered to help stop the rogues but it may not be enough. These rogues fear what they do not understand and they want to wipe out me and family. We are the last of the Silver Dragons. “Thierry how are we doing out there,” I ask, one of my best friends. Thierry is an Alpha from the wolf pack in the other realm called earth.

Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

Dorian and five warriors stood close about us in a squat circle. The battle began with a resounding crash down the corridors. Cries, snarlings, the keen scrape of steel on steel. Theodore had hired mercenaries. Four dark-hearted wolves and rogues who served gold, not honor. As we rounded a corner, two shapes lurched out from hiding in the darkness. Gianna—and Theodore. Gianna wore black, her long hair hanging free about her shoulders, and her eyes gave off a delirious gleam.

The stakes were clear, whoever survived this fight would become the next Alpha. Darius slid forward on his paws, going low beneath Thorne before clamping his jaws around his hind leg. With a brutal yank, he flipped Thorne’s massive form onto the ground. Seizing the opportunity, Darius lunged for his throat, teeth bared toward his neck, pinning him. ‘This is it?’ Darius snarled mockingly. ‘It’s over. Your territory is mine now.’ He snapped his jaws toward Thorne’s exposed neck, but Thorne dodged at the last second, raking his claws across Darius’s belly in a deep, vicious slash.

Before they could process in their thoughts what I exactly meant, a shadow behind the two warriors facing me came out. "I heard someone looking for me!" He was here. Orora was right. He was here as a slave. His looks had never changed. Dragons had the power to look young for millenniums, and the evidence was right in front of me. The four warriors surrounding me hastily faced him. Fear was all over their disgusting looks. "Thorin, it is nice to see you again!" He smirked. Even me, Thorin's human, he could recognize. "How do you know that I am Thorin?" I asked, sneering. Our eyes never left the warriors, waiting in shock. This was what we wanted. Frittering away the time for a while, making t

“From my admittedly cursory examination, it looked like Jonathan Hawthorne died from magical electrocution. I was wondering if it might’ve been your signature Unimpressive Finger Lightning.” Ouch. “You know, that’s not really my preferred name for it.” Dor shrugged and started to rummage in a pouch he’d pulled from some unknown recess of his robes. “It killed one of the more skilled warlocks in this part of the world. I’d say it’s not so unimpressive after all.” He looked up, his eyes gleaming an opaque, otherworldly silver in the moonlight. A shudder went down my spine, the kind of instinctive fear that made my brainstem want to crawl out my ear and slither off in terror. What the fuck was

Given that forsaken are made of the chthonic essence of masters of Oribus, this was an easy fight for Thersar, Nexelex and warriors. That’s it. I had my fair share of fun in battering Denexus. Given that I don’t want to mar my palate with Denexus’ blood, I have pulled out Kris chthonic daggers and cut both of his hands in a quick motion. He fell to his knees, snarling and groaning. In yet another brisk move, I stuck both daggers in his chest. And the essence of Denexus was sucked in my kris daggers.

Devon asked me and it took everything in me not fall on my butt. After f*cing torturing me for days, he had to ask this heartbreaking question about my identity! I was so mad at this point but there was nothing I could do than swallow my anger and say my name. "I'm sorry, I forgot my manners kind sir. My name is Miguel," I spoke meekly with my head down. It was dead quiet, making it seem like I was a spectacle to observe. "Is my face down? What is so beautiful down there that you've been staring at?" Devon asked while the ladies fawned at his voice, thinking it was sexual but I definitely knew it was far from sexual.

Phoenix answers while moving to the seat next to Ares, as Thaddeus sits beside me. "Thank you for inviting us to this summit, it's about time someone stands up to Dagon, he has destroyed many of our covens," Thaddeus speaks as a servant comes over with a table setting for him. "Of course, he has destroyed many lives and has been hunting my mate since she was a child," Osric admits with a displeased tone, making it clear how much he hates Dagon.