Dungeons & Dragons Honour Among Thieves Doric Novels & Stories

"You spoke of blood when you let them drag me to the abyss. You spoke of lineage when you signed away my life without a second glance. The only thing this bloodline ever gave me was pain and betrayal. A name built on cruelty deserves nothing less than total annihilation." Lord Vane flinched as if struck by a physical blow, his head dropping low into the dust as realization finally consumed him. He had nothing left to bargain with. Movement near the back of the platform caught my eye. Dorian Thorn, stripped of his arrogant posture and fine composure, was scrambling backward on his hands and knees. He was dragging himself toward the heavy velvet curtains of the rear exit, desperately trying to

The arrogant Deric had ended up in such a miserable state that he even kept begging for mercy. His previous arrogance had gone completely. They were shocked. It seemed Henry had an extremely powerful and terrifying background. His title as the Master of Golden Liberty could scare Deric so terribly. Furthermore, Deric's father sounded worried. He sounded as if he was calling Aaron to beg for mercy. Aaron? Michael and the others were shocked. Of course, they did not know Aaron. However, Aaron's reputation was significant in Redhoc. He was supreme. Some might not have heard of him. For those who did, they knew how terrifying and powerful the man was. They never had the chance to meet such an im

Theron stood behind the table. He had removed his heavy bronze chestplate. He wore only a dark, sleeveless leather tunic pulled tight across his massive chest and broad shoulders. His bronze skin gleamed in the firelight, marked by intricate, ancient dragon runes that pulsed with a dull, restless amber glow along his thick arms. His midnight-black hair hung loose around his sharp, angular jaw, casting dark shadows over his face. On the table before him lay dozens of charcoal maps showing the snowy borders of Frostmere and the high ridges of Drakoria. Miniature wooden markers shaped like roaring dragons and holy banners were scattered across the mountain passes.

Our love for each other only grew stronger with each passing day. I felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere as soon as a knock interrupted our quiet moment. I rolled off Dorian's body and watched him sit up, his eyes narrowing with alertness. A sense of tension filled the air as the guard entered the room, his presence exuding power and strength. "Come forward," Dorian said, his voice firm and commanding like the Alpha he is. The guard stepped forward and bowed his head respectfully. "Alpha, we have reports of rogue activity on the east border. A group of them have been spotted close to our territory."

Her curiosity piqued, she approached them cautiously. "Is everything alright?" Marinetta asked, her tone calm but authoritative. One of the Drakkar warriors, a burly man with a scar running down his left cheek, looked up. His name was Thorne. He hesitated before speaking, his eyes darting between his comrades and Marinetta. "It’s nothing personal, Marinetta. We’re just... concerned. We’ve faced dark magic before, but Lysander is different. He’s powerful and unpredictable." Marinetta nodded, understanding the gravity of their concerns. "I share your concerns. Lysander's dark magic is unlike anything we've faced. But we have to stand united if we're to overcome him. Trust and cooperation are c

Darius walked over to the center of the camp and stood there with an unreadable expression as Xander handed a dagger over to him “By blood and magic,” Xander began, “you swear your loyalty to our cause. To aid in our fight against Zerathos. If you betray this oath, your life will be the price. May the earth bear us witness.” Darius met Xander’s gaze, then mine. Then, without hesitation, he sliced his palm, letting his blood drip into the earth beneath his feet. “I swear.” His voice was steady and unwavering. “Upon my blood, my life, and my honor, I vow to stand against Zerathos. To fight for Lycara. And to never betray those who stand beside me.”

He heard a car coming nearer and know that Black Dragon is almost there. He looked around and saw his members positioned around the warehouse. He chose one of them to stand as his second since Apollo and Bacchus are not there. He patiently waited for Black Dragon to arrive. Then the double doors opened and Black Dragon emerged from it quickly followed by two men. One that he recognized and one that he don’t know. “You came on time.” Hercules greeted him. “I see your gang are already positioned around. My colleagues are here too.” JD told him. “This is my second tonight.” He pointed at Yosef then nodded at Miko. He quickly positioned himself on the right side of the warehouse beside some Olym

she told him. ​ Achilles looked grateful as he took the book and started reading through the pages. “Is it worth reading into more about King Xaveris’s dragon and abilities?” Achilles asked Helga. She shook her head, “No, I’ve read every material we have available on King Xaveris, maybe try and concentrate on texts about Dhampir’s with familiars though, we don’t have much research available, they are so few and far between,” Helga sighed. ​

Several pistols and daggers were strapped around his waist. He came in with hostile vibes and kicked the door to bits. Dumbo Lane, Third Master Lane! As one of the Four Earth Dragons in Northwest Mystic City, he was a ruthless man. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Philip sitting in the lobby and immediately shouted angrily, “Damn it! Are you the one who dared to touch my people?” “I’ll give you a count of three to kneel in front of me and break your arms and legs!” Hearing Dumbo’s angry shouts, Philip looked over indifferently and said with a smile, “Are you Third Master Lane?”

“Leo’s loyalty was never with us. It was with Valen from the start. He’s a snake, and he’ll pay for what he’s done.” Dorian’s ears twitched at their words, but he didn’t turn around. He couldn’t afford distractions, not now. His warriors needed to see him as a leader, unbroken and undeterred. He exhaled slowly, forcing the pain from his wound to the back of his mind. The battlefield required focus, and focus he would give. As the first wave of Valen’s forces emerged from the mist, a low growl rumbled from Dorian’s chest. Wolves of varying sizes padded forward alongside humanoid soldiers, their eyes glowing red in the darkness. These weren’t ordinary wolves; they were vicious and deadly.