Lolth Sworn Drow Names Novels & Stories

I didn’t turn immediately because I already knew they were rouge wolves and not just any. They were familiar ones. My smile faded slightly as I finally turned my head. A group of men stepped forward watching me with recognition. “Rio Vorthrane,” one of them said, his voice laced with irritation. I exhaled slowly. “You’ve been looking for me,” I said. “Yeah, you owe us” another one replied. I tilted my head slightly. “Do I?” The first one scoffed. “Don’t play games.” I glanced briefly at the woman beside me. She pushed off me, her hand hard against her chest as she smiled while walking away.

Lihont whispered, his voice sounding extremely weird, like someone else was speaking through him. He raised his hands toward the full moon and began reciting some strange spells and scary chants. “Haulaurow Drequito bregavidaras Masstre tanwirop faeraq!” The words were from a language that no one could understand and the Dark Lord was the one whispering the words into Lihont's ear. The air around the mansion immediately became chilly, turning so cold that the breath of the soldiers in the field came out like white clouds.

Chapter eleven Serena's POV I was setting a table for a circus family, and honestly, I deserved a medal for it. There was a pig, a junior pig, an upcoming stripper, a drug addict pretending to be a nun, an anti-prodigal son with anger issues the size of a continent, and then there was the mysterious queen mother herself; Octavia Draven. If patience was truly a virtue, then by now I should have qualified for sainthood. Unfortunately, I preferred champagne to halos, and revenge to forgiveness.

The voice rolled through the chamber like distant thunder. A man stepped forward—tall, impeccably dressed, posture rigid with authority. Noble bearing. Cold eyes. Every salamander knew that face. Lothair. “I expected your tolerance for pain to exceed that of ordinary salamanders,” the sylph general said mildly. “But this is beyond even my projections.” He turned to the six yellow-robed sylphs standing at the back of the chamber, quills scratching across parchment as they observed him like scholars at a lecture.

Darius let out a breath—a disbelieving, almost stunned laugh. “No.” He shook his head, eyes flashing. “No, that’s not possible.” One of the warriors muttered a curse under his breath. Another just stared. Because they knew that name. Everyone did. Theoden wasn’t just a name. It was a legend. An ancient name. A name whispered in wolf mythology. The name of a demigod. Luka swallowed, his voice uneven. “Theo, stop messing around.” Theoden smiled. But there was no humor in it.

Morgott’s original name was revealed to be Havelock Darrow. Thea, James, and Herodias were utterly astonished. The Xyloria Tirta sneered, “He isn’t worthy of being called a hero. He is bloodthirsty and ruthless. His heart harbors excessive hatred and has no consideration for the lives. “He lacks morality and only thinks of himself. Even though the Supreme Path was at fault, he would still have been forced to go into hiding.”

Looking at the creatures, Kirou was intrigued as he saw their names. NPC Name: Draco Blade NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Warrior NPC Level: 26 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Wing NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Archer NPC Level: 24 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Pine NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Spearman NPC Level: 23 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name:...

“That’s the bite I’ve missed. Tell me, little witch, do you know who I am?” Of course I bloody know. The cadence. The flavor. The sheer audacity of it. The way it acts like my trap is some kind of game. “Loki,” I whisper. The raven bows. “Ah, you’re close. But names have power. That one’s been given too often. Used too carelessly. I prefer... Loptr.” The old name. The one only the scholars of the Iron Codex still whisper. I resist the urge to recoil. He shouldn’t exist like this. Not here.

"Let me do it." Finally, the strongest fighter Draven brought stood out with a sullen face. His name was Lenore and he was an elder of the Jolls. When he was not far from Severin, he emitted a strong force of pressure to where Severin was standing. It was so strong that many people had no choice but to back up a few steps. "A level six warrior king?" Severin looked at Lenore in front of him and did the same thing. He too also emitted a strong force of pressure onto his opponent.

I frowned. They allied with the Drow. The Drow were dark elves whose signature trait was blue grey skin and white hair with black eyes. They had red tattoos that looked like claw marks on their arms. My Grandfather had banished them to the under realm, but the Goblins somehow helped them back to our realm. They could make a person feel despair and make them relive their worst nightmares if you got too close to their dark aura. The best way to kill one was from a distance. They reveled in hunting down our people and seeking revenge for their banishment. I hope the Goblin army didn’t have the Drow with them. It would complicate matters. They seemed to be working separately at the moment, recei