Novels by DripTouche

"Where is she!?" Dorian's snarl echoed through the blood-soaked Shadowwood, his massive paws smashing into the ground as his sharp golden eyes scanned the chaos around him. Fury and desperation twisted his features, the wolf within barely held in check as his powerful form rippled with unspent energy. His mate, his Irwin, was somewhere in the fray, held by Valen. He could feel Vendetta's presence—faint, distant—like a whisper carried on the wind. She was toying with him. Yet every direction he turned revealed nothing but shadow and deceit.Adolphus rushed to his son’s side, his own wolf form towering and weathered with years of experience. The older wolf’s voice was a low growl, urgent but steady. "Stay focused, Dorian! This isn’t Vendetta. These are her shadows. She’s playing with your mind. Don’t let them take you."Dorian’s claws raked through the dirt in frustration. "I saw her! I know I did!" His voice broke, teetering between rage and despair. "She was right there! I fought with

Dawn broke over the horizon, casting a pale light over Dorian’s assembled forces. The morning mist clung to the air, muffling sounds as though the world itself braced for the storm ahead. Warriors stood in formation, clad in armor dulled by battle yet unbroken in spirit. The tension was palpable, a weight that settled over them all as they prepared to march into the Shadowwood, a place shrouded in danger and mystery.Dorian stepped forward, his golden eyes scanning the crowd. Each warrior bore the same determined expression, yet he could sense their fear. He couldn’t blame them. The Shadowwood was not just a battlefield; it was alive with darkness, pulsing with the malignant energy of Vendetta’s magic.“We face not just Valen’s forces, but the darkness he’s allied with,” Dorian began, his voice carrying over the crowd. It was steady, commanding, but laced with the gravity of the mission. “Stay close, trust your instincts, and remember what we’re fighting for. Irwin needs us, and we wi

“If you keep fighting, you’ll lose more than your mate. You’ll lose everything.” Dorian’s forces regrouped, their breaths ragged but their resolve unbroken. Yet, amidst the chaos, a heavier weight pressed on Dorian’s shoulders—Leo’s words.The battlefield smoldered with the aftermath of the first skirmish. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, and the scent of blood mingled with the acrid smoke of burning earth. Those words echoed in his mind, gnawing at his focus. As the crescent moon climbed higher into the sky, Dorian retreated to the edge of the encampment. Cain followed close behind, his sharp eyes noticing the tension in Dorian’s movements.“Whatever Leo said to you, it’s meant to throw you off,” Cain said firmly. “You can’t let him get inside your head.”Dorian turned to face his most loyal guard, his expression grim. “He wasn’t lying, Cain. There’s something deeper at play. Valen isn’t just after power; he’s orchestrating something far bigger.”Cain crossed his arms, his jaw t

The battlefield stretched before them, an ominous expanse of shadow and fog. Dorian stood at the front of his forces, his golden eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of Valen’s army. The pain from the poisoned dagger Leo had plunged into his back flared with every breath, but he refused to show weakness. His posture was rigid, his massive frame towering over his warriors as a symbol of unshakable resolve. The crescent moon above cast an eerie glow on the scene, and the air hung heavy with the scent of impending bloodshed.Behind Dorian, Ashina and Cain exchanged uneasy glances. The betrayal of Leo, once their closest ally, weighed heavily on all of them. It wasn’t just the act of treachery; it was the scars left on their trust, the hollow ache of realizing they’d been fooled for so long.“Do you think he’ll be there?” Ashina asked Cain, her voice barely above a whisper.Cain’s jaw clenched as he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. “He’ll be your brother Leo doesn’t run from

The air within the Shadowclaw stronghold was thick with tension, so palpable that it seemed to weigh down even the walls. Seeing that majority of the elders has taken sides with elder Lucian which means they are all working for Valen and they all left immediately. Dorian stood at the center of the vast space, his presence magnetic and never unyielding despite the pain throbbing in his back and the pain seeing his trusted elders of the back running towards his rival . His voice rang out, sharp and commanding, cutting through the murmurs of the gathered warriors and allies like a blade. “Valen has taken what is mine, he has taken the dignity of this pack” he declared, his tone steady despite the fury simmering beneath the surface. “My mate. My Irwin. He seeks to not only shatter my spirit but to fracture the unity of this pack. I will not allow it. We will not allow it. We march into Shadowfang territory to bring her back. Who among you will stand with me?”A growl rippled through the

“Adolphus,” Lucian’s voice rang out, calm but cutting, “my old friend, you speak of loyalty as if it’s a virtue. But loyalty to a failing leader is nothing more than folly and you know that.”Adolphus's jaw tightened. His eyes narrowed as he took a step forward, the weight of his emotions pushing through his usually composed demeanor. “You dare speak of failure when you’ve conspired against your own pack? Or is it because I don't want to go deeper into this?” His voice was steady, but the raw edge of anger was undeniable. “How long have you been working with Valen? Lucian”Lucian’s lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile, but it was cold, the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Long enough to know that this pack needs a change,” he said softly. “Dorian’s time is over. He’s too weak to lead us through the challenges that lie ahead. Valen offers something far more valuable—strength, alliances, and power. All things your son is incapable of giving us.”The council mem