Relentless: A Drizzt Novel Novels & Stories

"Faster... Please...." Adrain realized his dragon had disappeared after coming inside Elysian, he mentally thanked them for that, he didn't want anyone to interfere with them, not even his Dragon. He slowly picked up his pace, moving faster every second still hitting Elysian' prostate repeatedly. Elysian let out soft moans at each thrust, letting out soft ah's every time Adrain's tip met her wall and prostate. Adrian groaned as he listened to Elysian's sexy soft moans, he definitely in love with her vocals.

The blanket over their shoulders did nothing against the new cold that came from inside the chest. Ezra’s voice came barely audible. “Strange peace is harder to hold when the valley is not empty after all.” “Peace was never a promise of safety. Only of no one waiting for us.” “No one human.” “Yes.” The steps moved again. This time they passed in a wide arc behind the place where Dane and Ezra sat. Close enough that the air seemed to shift. Close enough that a different scent reached them. Animal. Wild. Old. Dane felt Ezra’s hand find his under the blanket and grip hard. He returned the grip and did not let go.

Just the scuff of boots over gravel and ash, four distinct sets of steps, one after the other, echoing through the ruins like the damnation they always believed me to be. I didn’t move. Kept carving the final rune into the wall with the blood-slick edge of my palm. The stone pulsed under my fingers, hungry for more. It took pieces of me as I fed it, pieces I’d never get back. Maybe that was the price. Maybe I was the price. The first to step into the hollow was Ronan Draxmere. Of course it was. His presence hit me like old war drums. That same lupine snarl beneath the surface, the same scent of frost and pine bark and dominance. He didn’t look like he’d come for peace. And I sure as hell was

He scrutinized it for a long time before saying, "I wouldn't have expected any less of a proper lady of the Chapman family. Your embroidery is top-notch." Something occurred to him, and he pulled out a green moonstone pendant from his sleeve. He gave it to me. "My mother gave this to me, saying that it would keep me safe. I've kept it with me all these years while battling our enemies. I'll give it to you now if you don't mind having it." I saw streaks of blood on the pendant and knew that it had been with Gideon through many life-and-death situations. How could I possibly accept it?

he said. "Yes," Dravon said. Outside the window the settlement was alive and loud and building itself into something new under a sky that didn't know what was coming for it. Inside the room two people who had already survived one war stood in the morning light and decided, without drama and without ceremony, that they were going to be ready for the next one. They went to find Elaryn. END OF BOOK ONE Aldric & Dravon will return.

“And the old magic recognized the anchor.” “Will the others understand?” “They will try,” it replied. “And they will fail.” Both creatures looked toward the faint, glowing outline of the lodge. “Prepare,” the Tikbalang said. “The next storm will not be hers. It will be theirs.” The rain made the Ashford border road slippery, but Noah didn’t stop. He gripped the steering wheel of his black Jeep Wrangler so hard his knuckles whitened, headlights cutting through sheets of water as he drove toward the lodge district they’d chosen for the retreat.

“Remember, Constantine, you are now the Supreme Sorcerer. Your decisions will shape our future. Trust in your instincts, and protect our coven at all costs.” As they stood there in the chamber, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, Constantine knew that the challenges ahead were fraught with uncertainty. The stone of Utah held the promise of unlocking hidden truths, but it also carried the potential for great peril. She would tread carefully, for the fate of their coven rested in her hands, and the shadows of the past threatened to emerge from the depths of history.

Or even my pack. This was not my room. I repeated springing awake and staring in awe. The room was way bigger than the small bedroom of mine at the Packhouse. The red drapes against the black stone.. Except that wasn't stone. It was obsidian. Obsidian was rare and extremely valuable yet durable all the same. I had heard the stone was able to last for decades against all kinds of plunders. Who in their right mind had enough gold to spend on an obsidian room? I groaned rubbing my temples feeling as though the shadows stretching along the wall was watching me. I eyed it warily along with the strange room. Where in Goddesses name was I?

He handed hers with a subtle grin, the tension between them melting just slightly. “To patience,” he murmured. She clinked her glass to his. “To hunting ghosts in silence.” And as they sipped their drinks, the storm outside moved a little closer—unseen, but not unnoticed. Somewhere in the shadows, a thief smiled at their success. They didn’t yet realize they were walking into a trap. *** The corridors of Adrain Enterprises buzzed with hushed conversations and stolen glances. It was the kind of quiet that followed a storm, only there had been no visible thunder—just a sharp bolt in the distance that left everyone shaken, yet unsure where it struck.

Mist rolled low over the ground, curling around the horse’s legs like smoke. The road stretched ahead, leading through forests still dark with night. I did not feel the cold. I only felt the space where she should have been. Her voice. Her breath. Her presence. I had thought sending her away would silence something inside me. Distance was meant to break whatever this was. But instead it had only stripped away the denial. The more the distance grew, the more I felt the pull of her. Not gentle. Not tender. Relentless. I tightened my grip on the reins. The leather bit into my palm.