Lolth Sworn Drow Names Novels & Stories

“And if I desired him for myself? If I asked for his fealty?” Uthred stepped forward, his voice strained. “My lord, he hails from the Witch Clans. He cannot—” But before he could finish, the cloaked mage fell to one knee, his voice firm and unwavering. “I, Varian Draeven, pledge my loyalty to you, my lord—and to you alone.” Darius stared down at him for a moment, then a slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Well then,” he said darkly, “it seems the old gods still favour me.”

"Indeed," the Priestess agreed, moving toward the centre of the ritual room where preparations were already underway. "Names have power, especially true names given with a mother's love. The Northern Alliance may call him Elias Shadowthorne, but his blood, his soul, knows he is Lucious Blackthorne."

All those feelings were all wrong, because she was not the girl of the prophecy. 🀫🀆🀫 “Eldarien Vrathorn.” A cocky voice announced as two figures barged into my chambers. “The man of wealth, himself.” Those were the last voices I never wanted to hear in this lifetime, and the next. I wished the goddess would just strike me dead this instant, if only to avoid the soul-crushing affair of tolerating those two bastards. Lorthian and Dorral. Childhood friends whom I wished would have just stayed in my childhood, as past memories.

“That’s one way to put it.” Kaidan gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Good. We work better in chaos.” ★★★ ★★★ The crowd swarmed the rosters by torchlight, pushing and cursing as names were read aloud. Elowyn pressed through. Her heart raced as her eyes scanned down— There. Group H-6. – Elyan Froste – Riven Thorney – Callus Quill – Housborn Grell – Baron Ortega (Leader) – Sacha Vollen

Goddess, what do I do? “Tell me your name sorcerer,” Elliot demanded now looking the man straight in the eyes. “My name is Draven.”

“Alright. That miserable-looking one there is Elder Corvin—the one who permanently looks like he swallowed a whole, unripe lemon. Next to him is the perpetually silent Elder Theon. Then that younger-looking one, with the sharp, hawk-like eyes, that’s Darius. The silver-haired woman beside him is Lyra, the brunette with the judging eyes is Selene, and the one with the dark hair and the consistently sharper tongue is Mira.” I follow his pointing finger, trying to rapidly memorize the faces and their accompanying mental tags, nodding seriously like I’m cramming for a final exam. “Got it. Corvin, Theon, Darius, Lyra, Selene, Mira. All noted.” Then I look up at him again, my memory failing instan

"To show you the rumors are false. You heard that Lores are cruel, human eating creatures, who care nothing about themselves but, the truth is we are no different from the humans. We have emotions, families and people we care about. To save the Lores and to make a world, where humans and Lores can live in harmony and peace, the previous king, Ulick made several attempts to make this dream of his, true. But he was also murdered and then his adoptive son, became the king and still believes in his father's dream and works hard for it" Esmeray glanced at the two tapestries, but her eyes focused on the tapestry of the present king. He was incredibly handsome and young. "Doesn't he have a name?",

Lora is babbling in her lap, much happier than she has been and things just feel… good. “About Danes attacks. Theo and I will be telling the warriors today that they’ve passed the test,” I enlighten her. “That’s good, Arlo’s been struggling to keep his mouth shut,” Lilith laughs. It’s strange to think Tabitha naked her child the same name as one of Lilith’s only friends but I suppose it’s a nice name. And Arlo is great, his ability to fight in both forms is excellent. And he’s protective of Lilith.

“One in Yörd, one in Saint Rowe, two in Brisa, one in Listeria and… no way, one in the village? You never told me about it.” I was looking at the map trying to connect the red dots with the city names Jane was saying, until she reached the last one. She was not lying, there was a dot placed right at the center of the elven village. “It’s impossible. Other than Cedric’s candidates, Lada was the only child there with me. They would have noticed my behavior just like you did. There is no way another human was living that close the whole time.” “Well, I doubt I made a mistake performing the spell since it perfectly located us. It’s a shame I didn’t notice there was another impostor among the elv

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.