The Way Of The Drow Novels & Stories

her eyes beamed, looking at him. “So be it. I will only come back here if I can already wield magic on my own.” “Definitely, because Ahldrin will train your hand-to-hand combat skills.” He nodded. And in just a blink, Aserah disappeared. Eleand gently shook his head while staring blankly at the book in his hand. What could be its content? He was curious. Eleand did not hesitate to open the book. The line in his forehead deepened when the pages of the book became visible. There was an illustration on the first page, a silhouette of a wolf in a clear black ink. There were inscriptions he could not understand, and they looked ancient.

I stood watching as he disappeared back down the road, the faint imprint of his boots already filling with snow. The drive into town was short, but every second dragged like my nerves were catching on every pine needle and shuttered window we passed. The town of Draven was tucked into a valley, half-forgotten by the world, and from the outside it looked like the kind of place that hadn’t changed in decades. Wooden storefronts with peeling paint. A bakery with faded lace curtains. A small post office. The clinic. The school. Somehow, it felt smaller than I remembered.

Finally, she made her way inside the main part of Forrest Keep, less clothes and skin, but she had conquered the flaming waves and the gauntlet of soldiers. For the briefest of moments, she leaned against a tree, catching her breath, preparing for more. She scanned the dark skies, but the dragons seemed to stay higher up than before. The armored vigilantes, relaxed and unbridled by fear of the people, wandered here and there pillaging the dead. It was disgusting and made her skin crawl, but it also gave her the freedom to move within the smoke and shadows unnoticed.

I picked up the quill and wrote carefully: ‘Sable Howl Pack. Nothing happened. I bit my lip, thinking. Then I wrote a question instead. ‘Where are we now?’ The page shimmered faintly, then, like a breath exhaled, letters began to appear: ‘You are traveling through the Drowleaf Forest, a land untouched by man but watched by many.’ I blinked, the quill hadn’t moved, but the words appeared all the same. This book was alive. I turned back to it and wrote slowly: ‘What are you?’

" I exclaimed then went to stop a bike. We got to the spot Dr. Amrah and I had our sessions. The bikeman dropped us underneath the hill and left after I paid him his fare. I climbed the hill with ease and watched Peter struggle to climb. I kept laughing at his efforts until he finally made it to the spot where I stood. ", what's so special about this place? " he said while dusting off his shoes. "Serenity." I replied then placed the drinks and snacks on the ground covered by dry leaves. "We should have brought a mat or a chair. " said Peter. "We didn't know we were coming here in the first place. " I said while seating on the dry leaves. "Ughr! " exclaimed Peter wile seating. "The place isn

I frowned. They allied with the Drow. The Drow were dark elves whose signature trait was blue grey skin and white hair with black eyes. They had red tattoos that looked like claw marks on their arms. My Grandfather had banished them to the under realm, but the Goblins somehow helped them back to our realm. They could make a person feel despair and make them relive their worst nightmares if you got too close to their dark aura. The best way to kill one was from a distance. They reveled in hunting down our people and seeking revenge for their banishment. I hope the Goblin army didn’t have the Drow with them. It would complicate matters. They seemed to be working separately at the moment, recei

Zephyr’s face relaxed and showed relief. “Finally, I can now learn the Ancient Draconic Way,” muttered Zephyr. The Ancient Draconic Way — also known as The Dragon’s Might or The Way of The Dragon was an ancient skill. Legends spoke of an untold number of heroes and saints fighting over the chance to learn it. Rumor has it that this skill was considered the most barbaric method back then, outright forbidden for the most part. It was said that practitioners who mastered the Way could transform themselves into a dragon, conquering all those beneath them.

For love, when true, defies the pyre, And dragons soar through hearts of fire. Let empires quake, let tyrants fall, The Dragon Thief shall heed the call. Skylar Once I made my decision that I wanted Ryuki to be my first, I was ready for it to happen. The problem was, Kythyr rose to mate. Then the hatchlings went through their second round of shedding their skin.

A small smile crept across my lips. One of the treasures I gained from helping that foolish woman… Morrisa. I hovered the amulet against the wound. Warm energy spread through my arm. The flesh began knitting itself together. Few minutes later… The wound was gone. Just as the healing finished, a howl echoed through the forest. Not one of mine. Celdor’s wolves had found my scent. I chuckled darkly. “Good.” I reached beneath my cloak and pulled out a small bottle, then drank its contents slowly.

Genevieve blanched as well. "That's impossible. There's not a single warlock left. There hasn't been for centuries. Centuries? Not even for a millennia. How can a Draekien awaken without the blood magic of a warlock?" Morpheus mused. The Sybyl tilted her head again in that awkward manner. "There is one." "Then where is he? We kill him before the brethren are created as well." Zephyros snarled. "She is not in the Fae Lands."