Relentless: A Drizzt Novel Novels & Stories

“We need to go back downstairs to the temple. There I can show you everything.” Tru nods, and I lead the way. We make it down to the temple. A dragon’s magic can only unlock it. I touch the stones, and an archway appears in the same glow as the lights. The stone still is present, but I can walk through it now that the archway appears. However, Tru won’t be able to unless I’m touching her. Looking at Tru, I can tell she’s amazed and terrified. “Take my hand.” I extend my hand out to her, but her mind is taking in her surroundings. Feeling pressured for time, I grab her and pull her through the doorway in the stones. Walking in, I pause. There in stone are another fifty dragons. I thought ther

By the fifth month, the world knew better than to whisper his name lightly. Drakonios had become more than legend. He was now a storm wrapped in flesh, a king no longer bound by crown or castle. The winds carried his wrath. The ground remembered his steps. And wherever he went, the air trembled as if creation itself feared his breath. But even gods must finish what they start. There was only one last stronghold left — the fortress-city of Drelvara, the last united bastion of both vampire and witch bloodlines. A place carved into mountains, fortified with shadow and enchantment, built to withstand centuries of siege.

Eryx whispered, his voice a tidal wave of gravel and love. "No," I said, looking toward the horizon, where the silver light was parting to reveal a massive, spiraling Ziggurat of Indigo-Black Silk. "We’ve only just started the Unraveling." Darlene gripped the wooden key, now a scepter of absolute command, and as it closed, she didn't feel like a ghost or a legend—she felt like the Hand that would write the rest of the world.

“Don’t test your luck, girl. You can be removed as easily as you were added.” Kate laughed. “Then do it.” Helena stepped forward. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” “I don’t need to,” Kate said. “Because I’ve already lost everything. My parents, my peace, my voice. What more can you take?” Helena’s expression darkened. “You’re bold. I’ll give you that. But let me make something clear. If you ever embarrass this family in public, if you ever step out of line, I will personally make sure you regret ever hearing the name Dray.”

The barren earth before my eyes is cracked with many lines, and in the far horizon, there are jagged cliffs jutting up to the sky washed in white blue clouds. Of course this is no human kingdom. This is Drakarith. And Azraelyrs is standing right at the center of that scorched field of that barren earth beyond the gates of the fortress. He is wearing a crown, even though he doesn’t need one sometimes. His back is turned to me, and he is also dressed in black combat leathers. The way he stands so powerfully tall and commanding makes the world bend around him. The morning sun seems to shine warmly and brighter above his head, as if competing with him but is failing miserably.

After the wedding, she became a discarded pawn, thrown away by Cairo to fend for herself in this desolate place. "Justice. It's all justice!" she muttered. However, Andres did not hear her. He sat curled in the corner, muttering a single name over and over. "Cam…" He no longer knew who Cam was. He only knew that every time he whispered the name, his chest throbbed with a dull, unbearable ache. It felt like he had forgotten something profoundly important. In Mongoose, the grasslands stretched endlessly under the sky. After months of intense work, Dante, who rarely took vacations, decided to take two months off to celebrate a delayed honeymoon with Camellia.

There was always an unbreachable wall between us. I let out a hollow laugh. Even in death, thunder still terrified me. Hugging myself, I watched Ean console Helen. She nestled into his arms, her eyes glinting with triumph. To Ean, Helen was always the special one. What was I to him? I shook my head and stared out the window. Even now, the rumble of thunder made me shiver. Thankfully, the storm passed quickly. An hour later, the thunder ceased, and Ean left the room. Helen's gaze followed him, her smile smug. "Ean, you'll always be mine. No one can take you away from me."

Her village was gone. Men and women laid lifeless on the floor in a tangle of blood and grime. There was nothing left but destruction and blood. It was bound to happen, her village was one of the tiny villages that littered the borders between Castamere and Everus. Times were hard and the hatred between the two kingdoms made the King of Castamere grow weary and paranoid. Village by village, he slaughtered them all, all in the name of ridding his kingdom of spies and bandits.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

Relentless love was not the refusal to break. It was the refusal to stop building after breaking. And somewhere beyond the city, beside a quiet lake and inside a building slowly learning the shape of its own purpose, another beginning was already waiting patiently for them to arrive.