Cinders Of A Lord Novels & Stories

Chapter 23: The Iron Armada The Council Chamber of the Citadel had never felt so small. The seven elders of the high Lycan houses sat rigid along the horseshoe table of polished ironwood, their fingers clutching their silver medallions so tightly their knuckles showed white. The news from the Throat of Iron had beaten the dawn; the vanguard of the Eastern Empires was dead, and the body of Lord Cassian lay decaying upon the northern boundary stakes.

Prince Aldren: “Your Radiance. We bring warmth from the tropics and a gift unlike any other.” Ceres (coolly): “I was told you travel light.” Prince Aldren (gesturing): “Except for this. A creature born of lava and bred in shadows. A flame-hound, loyal only to one touched by Umbra blood.” (Gasps from the court.) The creature is wheeled forward in a cage of scorched iron. Its eyes blaze ember-red.) Lady Sylah (under her breath): “Is this a test or a trap?” Ceres (stepping forward): “Open the cage.”

I pointed at the last girl on the line, she stepped out of the line and I flashed her a toothy smile. “My name is Cinder. I am a 19 years old werewolf who was taken from the pack to clear off my poor father's debt. I will serve you as my new Lord with all my might.” she blurted out, I blinked before gulping down nothing. “Cinder!” I exclaimed, unable to say anything else to the girl who just told me her sad story without realising it. “Yes, your Highness!” she bowed and I chuckled lightly. “It’s nice to have a beautiful girl like you as my maid.” I moved closer to her and tapped her shoulders.

Khaos's armor cracked and shattered, its dark, twisted plates crumbling to the ground as the dragon's flames seared through the metal, scorching the Demon Lord's skin beneath. Khaos stumbled, his eyes wide with agony, as Ronan and Dynaris continued their relentless assault. The flames danced across his body, consuming his dark magic and weakening his defenses. The Dark Lord's screams grew louder, more desperate, as he realized his powers were dwindling, his control over the shadows faltering.

Kayo: “Death lords despise loopholes. Let’s make them regret this.” Lucian flexed, his wings expanding as the room seemed to hum with power. Lucian: “They’ve challenged the wrong allies.” Nerida’s voice echoed softly, deep and encompassing. Nerida: “I’ll open a path directly to their throne. It will cost them dearly.” I rose. The mark on my chest burned with golden intensity. The crown-shaped scar on my wrist ached for its counterpart.

BLURB Elias Marchetti was seven years old the night his father's name became a curse. Everyone in Ironmouth believes Salvatore Marchetti murdered Adrian Cassano, the golden heir of the city's most powerful family, over a debt no one can prove existed. Elias has spent nineteen years paying for a crime he didn't commit: spat on in the street, denied work, watched like a rabid dog waiting to bite. Then Kai Cassano comes back to Ironmouth. Adrian's younger brother was twelve when his father died. He grew up cold, sharp, and starving for the one thing that could quiet the noise in his head, the blood of the man who took his father from him. When he can't find Salvatore, he settles for

Elder Marlena’s silver eyes narrowed with mistrust. “The vicennial Alpha’s ephemeral bond, birthed beneath a fractured moon. A false flame, preordained, bound to perish. The red wolf, fated to fulfill, destined to fade. The bearer of ruin, scorcher of the throne. Save when ash falls like winter’s hush, the white-crowned shall rise under the silver moon's howl. She comes silent as snow. The fallen throne reclaimed, the flame's ruin undone. A new moon risen, and the war is won,” Connery recited, his accusing brown eyes on the witch. “You know it, don't you?”

He stated with determination. He was kind of adorable. The discomfort was slowly starting to disappear. I reached a hand out to him, getting ready to pat his shoulder. “Please, you don't need to kneel—“ He straightened in his position and pressed on. “I, Cyrus, Beta of the Hester Wood Kingdom and second hand to King Dominiko, pledge my protection and loyalty to you, Luna Anastasia. I will defend you with my life. I will obey your commands without question and I will serve you with all that I am. This is my solemn vow.” As soon as the words left him, I felt this buzzing sensation over my spirit.

After that, the three of them walked side by side and browsed through some of the stalls in the city. While browsing, Henry was attracted by a particular stall… The stall’s name was ‘You Definitely Can’t Afford It…’. Intrigued, Henry walked up to the stall and clicked on it. There was a white magic wand in the stall… The magic wand was beautiful. The lower section was a shiny, silver shaft, while the upper section was a silver crown. There was a pretty, silver, starlight effect around the magic wand. It looked ethereal. This magic wand belonged to the Counselor class…

"Nothing frightens me as I am the Prime minster of Narlands and I must fight to death if that is the only means to protect Narlands." The Cave lord clapped, "Too bad you know you will die yet you won't succumb for easy and quick death, therefore I shall send you off to your ancestors and claim that throne!" The Cave lord said confidently. "Are you sure?" Cyprus asked with a questioning brows. "I will get this done and dusted," The cave lord said as he shot at Cyprus who dodged when he quickly saw his movement. Cyprus shot him back but he doged, both men hiding behind something while looking for the perfect time to attack one another.