Dungeons & Dragons Honour Among Thieves Doric Novels & Stories

Every step he took was steady, controlled, and powerful, like he had all the time in the world to grace us with his presence. And the moment Hector saw him— He went still, so deathly still that my heart skipped at the sight. Why did Hector react like that? And why was this strange man starting to look a little familiar? The elder’s voice suddenly rang out in that moment. “Alpha and Luna, Please allow me to introduce Lord Thorin,” he announced. “The greatest warrior of the Lycan realm.” The crowd erupted in cheers again and that was when it hit me. This was Sevrin's brother, Thorin.

The weight of leadership pressed heavily upon him, the future Alpha of the **Thornheart Pack** with the responsibility of ensuring their safety. Darius was not just a figurehead; he was a formidable force. His reputation preceded him—tales of his strength echoed through the valleys, often recounted around campfires by the flickering glow of flames. He had trained relentlessly, honing his skills through years of combat and sparring matches. His dark hair fell in unruly waves, framing a face marked by determination, while his piercing green eyes held a fierceness that commanded respect. Many envied him, some feared him, but few truly understood the weight of his burdens.

Thorian asserted, his alpha demeanor radiating authority. Darius, the cloaked figure, responded with a dark chuckle that sent shivers down the spines of those present. "Or else what, Thorian Blackwood?" Darius taunted, his voice dripping with malevolence. Thorian, undeterred, growled in anger, positioning himself defiantly with everyone behind him, a united front against the enigmatic threat.

A snarling adversary jumped out of the tree, baring his fangs with saliva dripping down from them. Duncan jumped on him, sending the rogue to the floor. He wrapped his fingers around his neck and growled, sending droplets of saliva on the rogue's face. “Tell the master of yours that you failed to kill me, because I am untouchable and so is my mate!” Duncan's voice shook the woods and the remaining rogues ran away, yelping as they did. Duncan snapped the neck of the rogue, and he died. “Get on my back,” Duncan got on all fours, waiting for Erin to mount his back.

He directed his speech to the doctor and ran out to that suspicious tunnel And he is bare-chested..sweat fills his chest and..muscles He entered quickly without caring. The tunnel or dungeon was very deep, behind him were the guards and men of the herd of Ultm - his Mate 's flock - " Alpha". Harry shrieked running toward a deeply fainted man, with many, many men near him, some of them dead - some dead - and others breathing hard, just like Jack. Zayn's gaze shook, cautiously looking at the place , "Harry let him go," ordering him and the rest of his pack to oppose him .

Dan snapped. “Leila, come on, we’re leaving.” Dominic held out his hand. As I reached for his hand, I saw a ripple run through Dan and his shoulders tense. Instinctively I jumped in front of Dominic as Dan threw a punch. The punch landed on the left side of my face and knocked me off my feet. As I was falling, I felt a strong grip around my body, it was Dominic catching me. I saw flashes of people run past us, it took me a second to realise it was security and they were tackling Dan to the ground. I watched as Dan was removed from the party. I looked up at Dominic as he steadied me on my feet. I reached to my cheek where it felt wet and removed my hand to see blood on my fingertips.

Dorian stood at the head of the table, surrounded by advisors, warriors, and various wolves who looked important and serious. Selene and Iris hid behind a pillar where they could watch but not be seen. Nova was already there, somehow, because witches apparently didn’t believe in normal spatial limitations. “…need to increase patrols along the eastern border,” one of the advisors was saying. “Fenris’s rogues have been testing our defenses.” “Agreed,” Dorian said. “Marcus, I want you to-“ He stopped, his expression shifting to confusion. Everyone waited. “I want you to…” Dorian tried again, and this time his voice came out in a thick Scottish accent, “…organize tha’ patrols, ye ken?”

“We warned you. This is what happens when you let prophecy get tangled with sentiment.” “What the hell is going on?” Derek’s voice roared behind me, just as he emerged at my side, claws extended, fury burning in his eyes. Before I could respond, I felt a shift in the air— —and then I saw him. Dorian. Taking advantage of Derek’s distracted state Dorian overpowered him and joined the others. Striding through the chaos like he owned the damn war. His shirt was torn, blood on his lip, but his smug face was intact. And worse—calm.

“Whatever happened to them—they deserved it. No one touches what’s mine. Be grateful for that position of yours, or there would’ve been a bloodbath. And pray there won’t be a next time.” Arianna stiffened behind him. He knew about the slave masters? And never said a word? “What about the rogue incident, Your Grace?” Lord Merek pressed. “We still believe the Ouroboros are a threat. We can’t afford to sit still. This is for the realm.” “Ah, right. You need clarification.” Duncan gave a subtle nod to one of his Lycan soldiers. The male understood and immediately left the room.

They laugh—genuine, loud, easy—and clink their whiskey glasses together with the kind of unspoken understanding only warriors can share. And it hits me harder than expected. After everything—after the tension, the mistrust, the violence, the loss—they’ve built something real. Not just tolerance. Not just strategy. Friendship. My chest tightens in that strange way it sometimes does when joy and grief coexist. I barely register the man approaching until he stops beside me, nursing a glass of wine and a slightly awkward posture. “Alpha,” he says, bowing his head slightly. “Hell of a party.” It’s Dorian. One of the older warriors. Loyal, but blunt. He’s always been respectful, but I’ve never for