Relentless: A Drizzt Novel Novels & Stories

“Stay focused! We need to keep moving.” “Right,” Lyra said, shaking her head to clear the haze of memories. They pressed on, the darkness closing in around them as the sound of footsteps echoed in the distance. They rounded a corner, only to be met by a heavy wooden door, partially ajar. Aurelia pushed it open, and they stepped into a cavernous chamber filled with ancient relics, their surfaces coated in dust. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and Lyra’s skin prickled as she felt the weight of history bearing down on her.

He started grinding on my back while I'm swaying my hips. He turned me which made me face him but I can't see him because my eyes were closed for the reason that I'm feeling so fragile now. This is all I wanted. His body warmth is making my whole spirit relaxed. "Open your eyes," He said. I slowly opened my eyes and holy guacamole. "What the fuck!" I bawled and pushed him. It's the arrogant guy who's grinding behind my back for pete's sake! My senses came back to the point that the effect of the tequila went gone.

" What Jonah said clearly struck a chord with Adele. She no longer hid her arrogance. She raised her wrist, showing me the gold locket that my parents gave me when I was ten years old. My eyes instantly reddened. "Give it back to me! Hand it back!" I pounced at her. She was caught off guard by my sudden attack, and she fell to the floor. Jonah glared at me. "Adele!" Adele first cast me a provocative glance before yelling, "Jonah, my tummy hurts!" I was so focused on getting back my gold locket, yet I completely forgot about Jonah, who only had eyes for Adele. Slap!

I tried to nod, but my body wasn’t listening. The room was spinning, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. I couldn’t breathe. The world came back in pieces voices, movement, pain. “Stay with me, Isla!” Dante’s voice was frantic. I could feel myself being lifted, carried. The scent of blood, leather, and something faintly familiar surrounded me. I forced my eyes open. “D-Dante…” His grip tightened. “Don’t talk. We’re almost there.” My head lolled against his chest, my vision hazy.

So, I let her put it on Elena. Little did I know that the dress was never meant to be a token of peace. It was the shroud of Elena's doom. Sabrina's son, Alex Reid, had fallen ill with a strange disease. But she refused to believe the doctors and called them liars who wanted to swindle her money. As Alex's strength ebbed day by day, her desperation curdled into something dark. She resolved to trade his dying breath for Elena's life. In my past life, after Elena slipped into that dress, it wasn't long before her skin began to fester. Blisters swelled at the faintest touch. Her flesh came away in broad strips, raw and bleeding.

Gildeon could feel it in his bones, a pressure that made his claws twitch even more. The landscape around them froze, the air thickening unnaturally. The ground beneath their feet turned into what looked like solid glass, cracking under an unseen force. The fractures spread rapidly, jagged lines racing outward until the entire surface shattered. Instead of falling into shards, the glass dissolved into the blanket of fog that brought them back into Drusden’s throne room. Above, he could hear Dragon Zylas growling and thrashing violently against the restraints again. “Let’s find the answer together, shall we?” Drusden said, and Gildeon felt himself wrenched into another memory.

She shivered, recalling the anger when Lorenzo held her hand. For a long time, she only looked at the ring, resting her back on the single mattress until her eyes felt heavy to her and she nodded off. 'Who was he with blue eyes in the darkroom?' Her phone was screeching on the side table of her single bed. She pressed her lips in irritation and groped for it. Her nostrils filled with his cologne. She felt a piercing on her second hand. She cracked open one of her eyes and gradually opened her palm to see the piercing stuff.

He leaned in, whispering chillingly in my ear, "You werewolves are resilient, but I'm going to break you." Through the pain, I managed to retort, "You won't succeed. We're stronger than you think." The torture felt endless, a relentless assault on my body. Drakon's methods were gruesome and left no room for mercy. But I remained determined not to break, to protect those I loved. Hours passed, and I was a battered and broken version of myself. I held onto the thought of Jezebel , knowing that she would stop at nothing to find me. I couldn't give up; I had to endure for her.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.