The Way Of The Drow Novels & Stories

The driver clicks to open the door and moves a bit to the sides. Dark red heavy shoes with a sharp point in the front land out of the gate on the ground. A light brown surcoat over a golden and white tunic sways out with a tall and wide man. The golden crown shines brightly on his head. Light brown skin with a darker shade of brown beards is under the green eyes.

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

“Just tell me where I am!” “Okay then” he then started look serious as he was preparing to tell something. “This is the other world. The Inhabitants of this Land call this world Beaume. Compared to your original world, it is not as advanced and modern as you might expect. It’s approximately about halfway through what your world calls the medieval age. This is the time period of war between dominant countries and war against demon creatures.” He explained. He snapped his left hand, and in an instant, brought a cup out of nowhere. He sipped a little before he continued.

“Together we can close it.” She nods and we reach for each other's hand. Like a seventh sense we both drop to the ground, digging our fingers into the dirt. My claws cut into Morgan's skin as my beast emerges and I begin to shift. Morgan's eyes begin to glow as her blood seeps into the dirt. With my other clawed hand, I cut my palm and let the blood flow. “The way has been shown, the way has been opened. Now close upon the return and seal the never realm away.” Figures of green rise from the ground and we repeat the words.

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We

Then something extraordinary happened, something that had not happened since they entered Isolde’s lair, she had a vision, very brief but clear as daylight. There was a green orb of some sort, conjured by Isolde. It struck Dragomir and then he lay dead. The image of his lifeless body and the thought of never seeing him ignited a fire that spread throughout her whole body, she could feel it underneath her skin. It was not a burning sensation, far from it, it was a soothing feeling, one of assuming control of everything, her powers… ***

At most, they would encounter a few scattered orc raiders during this time. Hiring a guide also went very smoothly. The Adventurers' Guild recommended the mercenary group "Channel Winds" with the best reputation to Ronny Strud. The five of them usually scout maps for the Duchy's army. Although their combat efficiency is not very good, they are unbeatable when it comes to knowing the terrain. The only problem is that the hiring f*e is not low, but this low f*e depends on who you talk to. Christine doesn't think it's expensive.

The thought that their lives were so small and insignificant in comparison to the grandeur of the world they had never seen, made him thankful for the humble way they lived. The rays of sunlight struggled to penetrate the thick canopy of leaves, leaving the path shrouded in darkness. The trek to the meadow would take less than two hours on a good day like today, and the journey would lead him up steep whined cliffs and across raging creeks, but it was nothing that Caleb hadn’t perfected over the years. As he neared a clearing, the crisp snapping of a twig pierced the atmosphere, halting him where he stood. Caleb instinctively reached for his bow, slowly pulling it over his head. Fingers graz

"Drax is Ayla's childhood friend. He is a Water Mage novice." "Was a novice," Drax said and smiled. "I passed my Water Test. I am official a Water Mage. And I know how to enter Erylas without being caught." "How?" Droyn asked. "Using the old catacombs!"

- He warned me gravely. My heart stuttered with dread, and I had to break his stare to try and bring my panic back under control. Looking out the window I could see the peaks of the mountain range far off in the distance. It was the home of the Sororian Draygon Clan. The Soronia Mountain range, if I remembered the map correctly, was a dark blue with a dusting of white snow at the tips that weren't obscured by the clouds. I couldn't see the finer details from the top of this tower. Still, I could remember it from the fly-by when I had ridden to the lake on the Tohr's back. The trees had lined the bottom and went up until it tapered off to the empty areas that would be covered by the snow. The