Lolth Sworn Drow Names Novels & Stories

The mourning dove fled to the peal of an elfin horn: "What was that call, just now? And that insurmountable wind like lindworm breath?" I murmured to myself, shuddering as I looked out the window: In rode a terrible train of huldre, Jotun, alfar and dokkalfar, dwarves, nixie, mara and trolls of the Dark Court from the depths of the woods. The Cunningfolk's allies in the Northern Holds of Utgardr, and Arcadia's sworn enemies.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

“Everyone knows Alactor Merikh. Do you know him?” Lowel’s jaws clenched. His eyes moved back to the file and his grip on the file tightened, burning to destroy Drystan through the file if ever possible. “Yes.” his reply came in low. An attempt to hide his thirst for Drystan’s blood. A smile curled at the side of Luthos’s lips. “I want Alactor Merikh Drystan destroyed.” The words were slow, deliberate. A command, not a request. “Find me his weakness.”

He turned towards them, his eyes pitch red again, and he slowly marched to them like a predator stalking its prey while he kept chanting. “Eshkavi tor’vah… eesh-ka-vi tor’vah… Muraan desh’vaki drael… Lor’thien va’shara… Dren’sul ma’thera…” “Sha’reth nul vae’korin… Vel’duum thraka’ren sol… Kharos ven dra’thelai… Umvar shen’va… shen’va…” The mother and daughter were crying hysterically now, trying to run from Wes’s stronghold, but they couldn't. The sky had turned black, and thunder rumbled, shaking the foundation of the building.

Lady Maelira Volarix - wild red hair, temper hotter than dragon breath, rumored pyromancer Lord Cassian Volarix - sharp jaw, sharper wit, plays politics like chess, fire dances in his palms 🌊 Court of Water - Emotion, healing, secrets, drowning beauty Lady Nymira Crestvale - stunning and silent, her tears are said to hold memories Lord Sylien Crestvale - high-born snob with ocean eyes, calm exterior, hides many betrayals 🌍 Court of Earth - Stability, legacy, decay, unyielding will Lady Teryn Mossvale - a noblewoman with roots deeper than trees, known for speaking with stone Lord Garrik Mossvale - stubborn, brutal, carved from granite, his loyalty is only to the realm 🌬️ Court of Air - Fre

Setting : Old Elder Vampire Court ___ :THE BLOODLIT CAVERN ************************************************ [> **“Veythur drak’shael, Eldreth morûn varthas! Ixthar velûm shaelor, thren’dral ossar vey’nath. Crescendath Oth’yr, dravûn ixthir vel shaen, draegor velûn, mortha ixthar, thalos verûn.

Inside, our blood from earlier swirled slow and dark. “Valeria Mary Storm,” she intoned, “daughter of the storm line, chosen of the Drakvolk triad. The moon bears witness. The pack bears witness. Do you willingly enter the blood oath? Will you bind your soul to these alphas—body, heart, future?” My pulse thundered in my ears. I looked at each of them. Lorenzo tilted his head slightly. “Say it, bunny. We need to hear you.” I swallowed. My voice came out steadier than I felt.

“It feels alive.” They walked together into the fortress. The main hall was wide, its floor made of dark stone. Golden torches burned along the walls, casting long shadows. The banners of Drukbane — black and silver — hung high above the throne. Draven led her up the steps to where his council waited. Five men stood there, all wearing robes of authority. They bowed when Draven entered, but their eyes shifted to Liora, curious and cold. “This is my mate, Liora of Moonfang,” Draven said. “She will stand beside me from this day forward.”

he thought, but he was pretty fine staying away from whatever issue the deities had between themselves, "The alliance was the only way they could push back the arms of dradror, they consisted of the Rajul elixtu the king, fetoria rectir the mage, turnul tejel the shape shifter, gadreel horak the warrior and guardian of the king, lutia farang the Queen of the Loup-de-sang." She completed, jason stared at her, "Any of those names ring a bell ikir" she said, he kept quiet and looked down, in a fit of rage jason just threw away two of a long-time family bond,

"That's why I need your help to convince him. There'll be no other one that'll fit the Lust of the seven sins. I can already see it, we'll be stronger if we have him in our group." "Yeah, yeah…" We all reluctantly agreed. I'm not really into this group. But as the time goes by, I'm starting to have attachments to the members of it. Being a sin is not that bad after all… Now, Luca Lindenhurst, how will we be able to convince you to join us? *** "I'm Sloan Etheswyth," I introduced myself to the man in front of me. He looked up, but there's no trace of light in his eyes while they're staring at me.