The Way Of The Drow Novels & Stories

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.

- **Passive 2: Blood Shift** – Shift into any creature/person/myth (No limit; Perfect mimicry). - **Active 1: Crimson Forge** – Manipulate blood as weapon/armor (HP Steal on hit). - **Active 2: Ruby Resurrection** – Revive pack w/ blood price (Self-deducts). - **Ultimate: Sanguine Eclipse** – Flood area w/ controllable blood ocean (Drowns armies). **Deep Script Branch (Sovereign – Unlocked)** - **Passive: Script Fluency** – All 1,000+ lines available; rewrite minor laws.

Imagining he would move forward and pull me between his teeth. Devour me as all the rumors had claimed. Dragons were maneaters. Twisted and crude depictions of deities. Appointed by the devil. But I thought it was all hyperbole. I never thought for a moment the Drogos family could shift into dragons. I thought it was a metaphor for the horror they could inflict. The Drogos family were like dragons. Not that they were dragons. I don't think I could ever look at Thane the same again. He was a monster. A creature of the deep. And everyone knew.

“Three camps.” My finger taps the first circle. “Western canyon.” I move to the second. “Mining tunnels south of the ridge.” And finally the third. “Marsh valley along the coast.” Aurelion nods slowly. “These are confirmed?” “Yes.” The word leaves my mouth with certainty. “Darion broke before dawn.” Jakob grins slightly. “I always liked that dungeon.” My father gives him a warning glance, but the faintest hint of amusement lingers in his expression. Elarion speaks next.

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.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

“Evan! I was wrong about you! “Tyler has no grudges against you, yet you’re beating him like you want him dead. You’re going to pay for this today!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed a heavy rod from the side and swung it down hard against my body. Smack! Smack! Smack! The specially-made rod carried a punishing weight. Within moments, I could feel warm blood soaking through my clothes. Rosie stood to the side, watching coldly as the strikes rained down. At one point, the pain was too much, and I blacked out—only to be jolted awake by a bucket of icy water being dumped over my head.

The Ember Hollow lay hidden beneath a spiderweb of sandstone arches, its entrance concealed by a curtain of ivy and shadows. As dusk settled, lanterns carved from fossilized bone glowed in clustered alcoves, guiding Vera and Lucien along the winding tunnels. Rebel artisans—defected Sentinels, half-blood scholars, and smuggler-turned-miners—labored around workbenches strewn with resonance crystals and spool upon spool of dream-silk thread.

She saw how broken I was, but she repurposed me, fashioned me into a strong individual, and showed me the infinity of possibilities before me. After sharing my story, Ms. Reina stood up and began talking, "I am both happy and sad to hear everyone's tale. It is not easy carrying those kinds of experiences yet it amazes me that you were able to keep it all together. Now I'd like to share with you everything I know. The information that I'm about to impart with you guys is a result of years of extensive research. I have explained to you what de-souling is. Let's talk about the imminent threat we have in hand. The creatures you fought, the corrupted darklings, have two stages. The first stage is

We were already outnumbered, we didn’t need the added disadvantage. I stalked forward, wielding the blade like an extension of my arm as I cut into limbs and rip open the flesh of those who stand before me, not bothering to check the destruction I left in my wake. Blood splattered across my face and arms, making my skin sticky as the smell of copper stung my senses. My goal was to follow the pulsing bond that would take me to Avalon.