Novel & Cerita Relentless: A Drizzt Novel

That night, long after the event ended and the last lights disappeared from the windows of Tomorrow House, he stood beside the lake and watched snow settle softly across the water. Behind him stood a building filled with warmth. Ahead of him stretched winter and uncertainty and years that had not happened yet. For the first time in a long time, uncertainty no longer felt frightening. Perhaps because he finally understood something important. Relentless love was never the promise that difficult seasons would not come. Relentless love was the decision to keep building fireplaces anyway. To keep opening doors anyway. To keep setting extra places at the table anyway. Because someday someone woul

"His family funded my grandfather's war against House Rashad. They've had a place in this court ever since. Wealthy, connected, and apparently making very quiet moves behind the scenes lately." "What kind of moves?" "The kind that empty out a girl's room before sunrise." I looked around the dining hall. The high ceilings, the long empty tables, the servants with their eyes forward. Anyone could be listening. All of them could be listening. "We need somewhere private," I said. "My study. After your lesson." Duchess Selene kept me for forty minutes and handed me a scroll on the way out. "Forty-seven houses," I muttered, unrolling it.

“You did great.” Elara nodded, though her body felt tired now. Not drained. Used. Alexander entered moments later. His expression was unreadable. “They didn’t get what they wanted,” he said. “Neither did you,” Elara replied calmly. He studied her. “You held your ground.” “I stood on it,” she said. That night, exhaustion caught up with her. The good kind. The kind that came after effort instead of fear. She dreamed, but the dreams were quieter now. No symbols. No warnings. Just movement and light and the sense of walking forward without being pulled.

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

Besides, we've had too many losses for us to be rivals. “Speak, Wolf, or lose your tongue.” my father thundered. It took a lot of effort to restrain myself from scowling. He was always quick to threaten people's lives. “I…I don't know.” she stuttered, her voice quivering with fear. “You don't know?” Rigel, the High Lord of the Waterborn Dragons, said. The girl nodded frantically. I couldn't tell if she was smart or dumb for not begging for her life. The chances of her leaving the Dragon Keep alive were close to none.

“This is your legacy, mijo. Lead my men. Rule at my side. Or… The mirror cracks, a sharp, spiderwebbing fracture shattering into a thousand black butterflies that swarm Dru. Their razor wings tearing at her flesh. She reaches for me, her hand outstretched. I lunge, but the heat slams me back. Her hollow scream tears through my ribs… *** ******

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "IN THE END" BY BLACK VEIL BRIDES (ACOUSTIC VERSION) RHEA’S POV: I don’t sleep. I don’t even blink. Well, to be fair, I can't do any of those. The moment the veil sealed again after the dragon lord vanished with my mother, the entire stronghold tilted on edge. Now, everyone walks like ghosts trying to memorize the walls. Soldiers double the rounds. Fae emissaries whisper in hallways. Ezra and Rowan barely leave the war room. The boy, the Windborne, lingers in silence, like he knows more than any of us and just doesn’t feel like telling.

“Hmm, I think it was by something Sharpsbury.” “Oh Adriata Sharpsbury. She’s wonderful. Very prolific. We only carry her “Frostgarden” collection but I have a pretty good relationship with her publisher, if you’re interested in her other works.” “Don’t you also carry that new book? That purist one?” Eclipse’s mate interrupted. “What’s the author’s name? Crayton, Crishton-” “Crichton,” Janessa supplied. “Crichton, that’s it. I’m surprised that you would carry such drivel,” he said snidely. Eclipse’s eyes darted to Trick, knowing her mate was stepping on to thin ice.

A prison of glass and stone crafted in power to crush the weak and underprivileged. As I watch the countryside burn and the people flee, I feel incredible sadness. The meek should not have to suffer for the actions of the mighty. "Who started the fire, My Love?" I ask, unable to take my eyes off of the flames. "We did, Carnelia. We wanted to see it burn." _____ "Primus!" The name comes to my lips as I spring awake. For some reason, I understood that was the name of the dragon in my dream, the green one, my mate.