Dark Lord Books Novels & Stories

Draken. *Merisbeth, The Demon Clan* Draken walked into his veranda, a goblet of wine in his hand. He’d been drinking like he always did. Even while in the courtroom, in a meeting with the Oldborns, Draken was drinking. He never loved running short of wine or ale. He could vaguely remember the Oldborns telling him to quit whatever agenda he had in toppling the lord of Abbator over occupying the Ice Throne. The demons were never born to rule Bloomington. Only the Throne family according to what the Ice pact dictated.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

has been for decades. “You’re lying. She’s dead. Give me the name,” I order. He coughs again, breath rattling through healing lungs as blood drips from split lips and shattered teeth, his body struggling to repair what my fists continue to destroy faster than nature intended. “I swear it was her. Morvella. She used magic to keep her alive. And.. S-She kept books,” he says hoarsely. “Ancient ones. Older than kingdoms. She searched for signs. For bloodlines.”

I point out. I should have sent someone to kill Tiernan when he was over here visiting some of the packs. I was surprised he called me that day, but I wasn’t planning on agreeing to anything he said. I am through playing by the rules. Lycans are stronger and faster than wolves. Our kind should already rule them. There is no reason that all the wolves shouldn’t be under lycan rule as our slaves. I have tried to make the council see it my way for years, but they have ignored me. Someone knocks on my office door, and Rohnan answers it. He thanks whoever it is and turns around with a package in his hand. We open the box and found a small book and a letter. Alpha Ghaazi,

Down in the dungeon, Lucifer watches Larry torture the Americans. “Where do we find Mr. Smith.” Larry has an iron rod and a metal plate with Lucifer's name. Larry heats the metal plate, rolls up his shirt's sleeves, then orders his guys to hold out the American's feet, burning them with the stamp of Lucifer's name under their feet. “You have killed my daughter and torn my family apart; what I have in mind for you is worst than the thought of what might happen in hell.”

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: Friday night was consumed with nightmares and at 4am I decided to give up trying to sleep. I leaned over to my nightstand and pulled out a book and a reading light. Might as well take this time to get something useful done rather than scroll away on I*******m again. It had been a bit but I was finally reading to finish the last book in this fantasy romance series I loved. I hadn’t wanted the story to end so I had put off reading the last book. I loved the romance between the two main characters, a bad-guy fae who turned out to be the good guy all along, and a human girl who finds herself thrown into a world of magic. I just loved their relationship, and the whole concept

Lilith had spoken the truth—Aurora was terrified of him. He turned away sadly, staring at his mother for a moment before leaving the room. Without a doubt, his mate had gone through physical abuse at some point. Aurora stood frozen, shocked to the core. The man wasn’t just a vampire—he was the Vampire King. Who didn’t know about Draven Dracula, the bloodthirsty king capable of breaking the Alpha’s arms? He was known as the god of war, blood, and vengeance. This was the worst fate she had encountered.

He heads to the mall’s food court area to unpack the items and check out the plots as well. The series is a medley of genre set in a dystopic time. He is amazed at the condition of the books, they feel… brand new? He takes his time to admire and study their condition for almost a hundred times. As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.