Become The Lord Of Cthulhu Novels & Stories

asked an old man standing in the sky, his eyes fixed on the forbidden land's door. "Well, let's see. If this kid really has the key, there's no harm in fighting the whole world. Because maybe we can create a new god for this world!" said the old woman beside him with a smile and high hopes when mentioning gods. All the elders who were hiding now had one hope and one desire that had become their lifelong obsession: to reach a higher level called godhood. That was their hope. Perhaps everyone also hoped to become a god, especially in this world that had lost its direction.

" I am Doom! And will forever be Doom, No one crosses my path unless he desired death and chaos, I have been Absorbing Galaxies and Planets for Centuries now, This time when I Lord Doom has finally gain control over this Reality " " Reality will fall "

His words make my jaw clench. “Then I’ll control it.” “You can’t. A hunter hunts by choice. But a beast is beastly by nature. You are a shadow wolf by nature. You can’t change nature.” I narrow my eyes. “So what do I do then?” “Accept me.” He says in a nonchalant tone. “We are the same person. I’m just a more powerful version of you. If we become one, the world becomes yours. You’ll rule over it and make everyone worship Lord Umbra. The one and only God of this world.”

I was at the crossroads of fate: to embrace the ancient power that coursed through my veins or to fight it, to cling to the remnants of the life I once knew. The cultists reached the center of the courtyard, surrounding an elaborate stone platform that had been prepared for the ritual. Their leader, a tall figure with a voice that resonated with authority and madness, stepped forward. “The time has come,” he intoned. “The vessel shall awaken, and the balance of power shall be forever altered.”

Tears brimmed in my eyes as I tried again to release myself from his grip but instead, he slammed me hard against the wall. "You know what I like and yet you chose to do what you like, don't you? Perhaps I need to remind you who the boss is in this mansion." He yelled in my face and I watched in horror as his fangs elongated and he sunk his teeth into my neck, taking gulp after gulp of blood like I was an unending fountain. He continued to drink my blood even when my body turned limp and my limbs felt too weak to move. He continued to drink until I was sure that there was almost nothing left, black spots filling my vision before he threw me on the bed like I meant nothing.

1000 years ago "òktus họ̀lliüm bolîûm stranga" "Grâstōna galián" "Isùlã gàronà drâmōn yéturâ" "The reign of the demon hybrid shall come when the supernatural realm shall be redeemed under the leadership of the Demon Hybrid"

He's the human lord in charge of the western empire. "We all know that," Prince Jath replied.Lord matthew's son. "They're saying you have feelings for her my lord," Lady Mary said. She was also present in the meeting. "Are you all done?" Vador asked raising his brows."have no time for boring talks,shouldn't we be talking of how to stop the dark witches. I'm the dark lord and I decided to let Ava stay in the royal house,my royal house." "You cannot change a law that has been existing before you were born lord," Alanis said. He was a vampire elder who was over a thousand year.

"One, don't even try escaping from the graveyard. It is futile. You are here forever and the zombies will catch you and eat you. Two, you must remain in this house at all times unless called for. You will be escorted by one of my brothers. Three, you will be provided meals everyday. Please eat them as much as you can. The ghosts in the kitchen work so hard to prepare the best food possible for mortal human consumption. Four, respect the high-ranking officers of this graveyard. I am the chief grave digger but we also have a chief coffin maker, chief caretaker and chief administrator. We are all equal in rank and power but the highest rank here is Lord of Gladios which is held by our lord and

If the Morgue Queen owned the deaths inside the core, she could block Ava's recovery or demand payment no living person could make. The Gate Opener watched, patient. He had built the lock so every path cut someone. The dead used to make a key did not speak at first. They jingled. Hundreds of small name-tags striking one another in the dark. Power tempted me again. Seize the box. Break the claim. Absorb the stolen dead into the Underworld Court. Use them to save Ava. Aunt Lan pointed her ladle at the altar. "If that thing wants worship, it can help wash bowls."

“But I must warn you… on the final night, the entire inner circle of one hundred will breed you at once. Many don’t survive the intensity.” He stroked my cum-covered cheek almost tenderly. “Rest now. Tomorrow we will push you further.” As he stood to leave, I grabbed his wrist weakly. “Wait… what happens if I survive the seventh night?” He looked down at me, his expression unreadable. “Then you become the Mother. And the Cult will worship you forever.” He left me alone in the chamber. I lay there, covered in dozens of loads, my body aching with pleasure and exhaustion, wondering if I would survive long enough to become their goddess…