Lolth Sworn Drow Names Novels & Stories

“Can we all take a breath? Let’s calm down. I think there’s been enough killing by your two species.” The drow watched me, eyes unreadable. A slow smile crawled up one corner of his mouth. “You are indeed Evette’s daughter,” he said, nodding with an odd formality. “She was always the voice of reason. My name is Sven and this is Toril.” He motioned to the drangel next to him.

My silver light lit the ground ahead like a silver road. The loyalists burst from the tree line at the far side. Sixty or more, maybe seventy. Council markings stood out dark on their shoulders. Some already in wolf form, teeth bared. Others in human shape with spears and blades. An elder I knew as Thorne stepped forward first. His voice boomed across the open space. “Drax Halvorsen, you have betrayed every law we live by. Hand over the bloodline threat and Selene. Step aside or we take the hall by force.”

One moment warm and pleasant, the next, violent and cold. "Aurelia Drow, Drow being the name given to those without family names. Servants. Slaves. Not fit to carry the name Snow," she stepped from behind her desk, looming over me. Those piercing aquamarine eyes bore down on me, practically radiating with palpable disdain. "A Drow will always be a Drow. That's what my father said. But that wasn't so for your little friend, Phillipe, was it?" I stiffened at the sound of his name on her lips. Anger jolted through my body, but it was immediately doused with the cold, hard truth. She was right.

It was the perfect place for a secret meeting. Ghraht recognized Lido, the war chief of the Swer tribe. He always considered him one of the more intelligent chieftains, and as his tribe was far to the north, he never had many casualties in the war with the dwarves. His tribe prospered and was one of the richest tribes in Zanestor. His army was small, and his attacks on dwarven territories few in number. Ghraht waited for Lido to speak first. Lido said: “What are you doing Ghraht? Goblin against goblin? Are you insane? Is the high

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I suddenly feel cold hands reach out from behind me and pull me violently back. I shoot up startled as fear runs through my body. I quickly look around me and realize I'm back in my room. I flop down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. It's been two weeks since I've moved into the Draven manor in the town of Draphend and each night is as sleepless as the one before. I was hired by Mr. Draven to be a live-in sitter for his youngest child, a 7 year old girl named Lorie. She's a relatively sweet and calm child. Very mature for her age but she often clings to me. She speaks often of her brother's Nicolae and Victor, neither of whom I have yet to meet. The same day I was hired Mr. Draven had t

This also meant there are many variants of demons. The realm they are residing is called Saintcrow, the same name as her father’s surname. The other realms were listed as Dregok, Trokuron, Gerthrikoth, Kozzonnuth, Dallmaroth, Arthrik, Kolrerin, Jer’orith, Mazgaxel, Rarkun, and Orthraluth.

And Calligraphy is one of our family's specialties," Roodra replied habitually, without the slightest bragging intent. Li Wei was shocked. "This kid is from the Draconia Royal family? And he doesn't bother to be friends with me? It's interesting!" Li Wei's eyes Refocused on That copy of calligraphy. 1. Master Lakshmana Kumar, Drakonia, a strategist and war tactician. 2. Pramod Shree of Drakonia, Master Forger of War 3. Aakash Muzumdar the Drakonia, Spellcaster 4. Hugo the Wolf, Venturian Knight Swordsman - Knight

Draeven said, almost yelling. His words sharpened something dangerous in Draeven's eyes. The man finally looked toward me again and then he removed his gloves. Ancient scars covered his hands with silver marks, burn scars and bites. The hands of someone who had survived countless battles "Names have power though" His voice softened. "But if you insist to know who I am…" The chamber became very quiet "My name is Vaelor Thorn". The surname landed harder than everything else, the same family name as Draeven.

His posture as he fell eliminated the impact. "JA" showing a proud expression with a thumb up, his words along with a smile denoted great self-confidence. Zark could swear he saw a gleam come out of his smile. He was a young man brimming with energy. His white hair moved along his shoulders reflecting his surroundings. The blue color of his pupils made his eyes sparkle like those of an outgoing rogue. His long, pointed ears and grayish skin revealed that he was a Drow, better known as Dark Elves, a relative of the High Elves and Wood Elves.