Novel & Cerita The Way Of The Drow

Every predator in expensive clothing gathered under one roof pretending to be civilized. I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing tray and forced myself to breathe. I would rather just get drunk tonight and be over with this whole display of power. Cassian was becoming unpredictable, and this new problem called Lucien was becoming a pain in the ass, and I was losing control of a game I couldn't afford to lose. The realization sat heavily in my chest as I scanned the crowd. I needed a new strategy, a better plan, something…Anything, because if tonight had proven one thing, it was that both Draven men were far more dangerous than I originally thought.

At some point Chloe had fallen asleep, however the depths of slumber were far from peaceful or energising. The moment her eyes shut Chloe found herself surrounded by watery images of the snowy forest. Blood stained the pure white blanket while the shadows of everything stretched out from the base of trees or bushes, crawling towards her like worshippers. Despite not having a thread of clothing to protect her, Chloe didn't feel the cold. She felt calm and safe.

Something that might sound dangerous to others, but it is just another day for them. I hear Draven following close behind me. I can feel his icy gaze watching my every movement. Drae is an expert swordsman, just like my father, but stronger and faster than my dad ever was. Drae has hunted many supernatural creatures over the years and defeated them with nothing but a scratch on his body. He moves like a ninja; every breath he takes and every movement he makes is utterly silent. And he wields a sword with the precision and accuracy of a strike of lightning. If Draven wanted to, he could kill me in less than a second and there would be nothing I could do about it. Luckily for me, I am not a da

“Today we let the blood of our enemy paint these lands! A reminder to all those to come! Today! We free My Queen! The Queen of Dragons! The Drækaari who carries your future king! For a better future!” The roar that follows my words is deafening, one that makes the ground rumble, and at my signal the airborne elves unleash their arrows. Arrows that no wind can defy. The power of the elves should never be looked down upon, for the race was as old as the beginning of time itself and with their first move, the war has begun.

Azrael pulled me into his chest with a lopsided grin, “Just say the word, little wolf. We both know my ass would look phenomenal in a thong.” Shaking his head at his brother, Orion tucked me into his side. I was still getting used to this side of him, and was quickly falling for my cold, cruel mates charms. “I think the only thing that could make your little outfit better is if the panties come off. Of course, where we’re going, that can easily be arranged.” He spoke quietly in my ear. Dhara led us through a series of tunnels, some of which had been freshly carved out. The way the earth moved at her command, molding itself to fit the nature of her thoughts was incredible.

Aria’s heart raced, a vision hitting her mother, bleeding before a crimson altar, warning of a traitor father who sold his soul to the Abyss. Drenvar wasn’t just her blood he was its master, and her power was his key to ruling it. “You betrayed us,” she spat, her claws burning. “I’ll end you.” Drenvar raised a claw, and the rift surged, crimson wolves pouring out, their fur like molten blood, eyes glowing with hunger. “Prove it,” he said, his voice shaking the chamber. Aria slashed, her silver light blasting through the wolves, ash scattering like snow. Kael fought beside her, his claws tearing through a wolf’s hide, blood spraying, but his movements were slow, his wounds draining him.

If so, that makes this war even worse than the Great war and do we stand a chance to win this and live to tell our children and grandchildren about it. Pulled out of my thoughts by Daydra tugging on my hand I smiled at her and started walking towards the castle again. King Aaron and Dickhead Jax, giggling a little at calling him that, are talking to Blake and my father about the throwing axe. Daydra is right next to me where she should be and my mother Margaret is on the other side of her flipping through her book she takes everywhere with her. It has potions and information on everything. Heal’s manual she calls it. I smile at that.

Although there were no rules saying that two people could not exchange for the same sub-race bloodline, Zen advised everyone to search for something different but suitable so that they could work more efficiently as a party. “I found one that suits me,” Liu Feng announced not long after Oritha claimed her reward as a giantess. Indeed, when Zen looked at the description, he couldn’t help but feel this race was made for the Seer. The only disadvantage of a drow’s bloodline was their blindness in the presence of light. However, they had magic and poison resistance, high intelligence, and agility, as well as the strength to support them. In the dark, they were rulers adept at weapons and magic.

Down the staircase and a short hall, the door I came to was closed and I opened it quietly. Paul Jameson was alone in the big bed, seemingly passed out on his stomach. I was already here and he was almost too easy a target for me. I loosened the strap on my leg and took the Karambit out and slid my fingers around the grip. It felt like coming home as the knife became an extension of my hand.