Lolth Sworn Drow Names Novels & Stories

However, not all of them have the power to destroy higher-ranking demons Thus, none of them worries me, for I am King of the Underworld, the most powerful being on earth and in other worlds. Next, Sanloth represents the Lothman clan, a clan that can fill minds with hatred and poison. Demons that have been cursed with this technique will lose their reason for hatred and revenge. Throughout history, entire towns have been murdered by this art

"Didn't you trust me enough to tell me all this?" His red eyes never left mine as he got to my front. His skin, as white as snow, stood out in the darkness of the night, the lamps around gleaming their reflection through it. "You're gullible, Annalisa," he said with a huge smirk on his face. My heart dropped. "What do you mean, Alexander?" "Call me Dhruv. I hate to be called by a mere mortal name," he sighed, a victorious smile on his lips as he looked around the whole colosseum, one he had frozen in time. "In due time, all this would be under my rule."

I could be mistaken that I am his female version. He cocked his head from side to side. "Well," he paused as he drank the wine from his cup. "Yes, they are right. You also have a specific deity title as an offspring of Her." He sighed, rolling his eyes. I could tell that he didn't want to discuss it but it looked like he was left with no choice since I already asked. He gazed up at me and smiled darkly. "You are Rachellian Genesis Lothim. That is your mundane name, Rachellian," he said in a frigid tone. "But in Her celestial world, your deity name is Ragriel."

"Zethrii'marael lythianthos, threlisar vorynthor, yirondal mynethor velethor. Drevanor talonar zharennor, drevoros kynethor, vethrion enyxarathor velor. Vorandor tiras'lynthor alynnor zyndarathor, lytharion vynorothor ylvarithor naelor ylyndor. Voros talanor mithralas norlenthos elyndor, vorinthalas vynthor zarenthor ythor valyndor."

“You ready?” “As I’ll ever be.” The one on the left inclined his head slightly. The other didn’t move at all. Oh. Intense. “What are your names?” I asked. The left one spoke, voice deep enough to rattle my bones. “Lysander.” The right one followed, smooth and cold. “Draven.” Of course their names sounded like they came straight out of a forbidden romance novel. We walked toward the main doors where the black SUV waited. Lysander opened the back door for me, Draven scanned the driveway like someone might shoot us from a rooftop.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Because they were the same ones that had haunted his dreams. Rael whispered the name like a curse. “The Hollow Stalker.” Bram swore. “That sounds like something we should be running from.” The creature let out a deep, rumbling growl that vibrated through the ground. Then, it charged. Elior barely had time to move before the beast lunged, its claws shredding through the space where he had just stood. Freya rolled beneath it, slicing at its legs, but her daggers barely scratched its thick hide. Sienna unleashed a blast of fire—only for the flames to be swallowed by the shadows surrounding the creature.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

“The Rift is sealed.” Galen looked toward the fading place where Velarion had stood. “What about him?” “He’s gone,” I said softly. “Returned to the realm that called him. Whatever summoned him in the first place… it no longer holds him here.” I looked at the three other warriors. “I don’t know your names,” I said honestly. The woman spoke first. “Renna.” The Ashmoon male inclined his head. “Darrow.” The youngest swallowed. “Thorn.” I nodded once. “You followed me without question. Stood when you didn’t have to. I won’t forget it.”

Magical ink shimmered on its surface, shifting as new names and updates flickered into view. He stepped closer, parting through the crowd with nothing but presence. Class D. Class C. Class B. Class A... Then—Class S. His name was there. Etched in bold: Elarion di Valtor, Tower of Valtor Just below it— Sevrien Aurel Duskgrave, House of Duskgrave Lysaria Evanthe Duskgrave, House of Duskgrave He stared at the names. “Interesting…”, he said under his breath.