Novel & Cerita Dark Lord Books

I tell him. "It is strange to see you doing this. I have not seen the old dragon practices implicated in a long time,” he comments. "Strange or not, this is how our horde does things. My grandfather was the one who created the Perilous horde, and it was he who wished to keep the old ways alive,” I say softly. After I say that, we go silent once again. "So, I heard some interesting rumors about how you were the one that killed your brother,” he comments snidely.

"Weird stuff, huh? The gods' hidden agenda... Everything you need to know about your future is in those books. In order to find the Fated One, you'll need the clues to figure out where to look." With her head cocked closer, Alicia's grin deepened, her green tongue wagging. "Death and life are both shrouded in secrecy. In my possession are copies... which are also available to you, but at a cost." Darwin's breath caught in his throat once more, but this time he was terrified. In his haste to locate the manuscript, he may have forgotten the price that had been warned to him, and now he paid dearly for it. He raised his eyes to meet the Dark Creature's, whose shape had grown much more menacing

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

I place my hand over my mouth and gasped, “In that dream, your eyes changed. Turned reptilian. What you said now makes sense. You’re an alien.” “I am and more.” He lifts my hand to his lips kissing it. “Remember your red dragon?” I nod. “What if I told you I am a shapeshifter. A red dragon to be exact.” “What?” I whispered. “Do you remember that video of the green dragon?” “Yeah, but it was proven a fake.” “With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.”

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.

“You aren’t the oldest king to find his mate. You shouldn’t worry too much. It might help getting out of the library though.” Chuckling, I shook my head. “Thanks, Thomas.” I pulled the books he brought to me and filed through the pages. My eyes roamed through the books, flipping through each of them as I followed the timeline. 'Christian Darkry was a a terrible Alpha.' I chuckled. 'Yes, he was. He sold children to the BloodHunter Coven. Every time one of his pack mates, he raped them first. Honestly, we saw this kind of shit in the dark ages of our kind.'

As I’m about to put my new code in, a random student appears next to me to get into their locker. “I wouldn’t trust that locker.” The student says as he flings open his locker door and scampers through his books, which are sat neatly inside. “What’s so bad about it?” I ask. “The devil’s locker. That’s all I’m saying.” He replies hesitantly. “Oh...” I say with a confused look on my face. “If you want to know more, meet me at the old oak tree at lunch.” He grumbles as he threw his books into his rucksack.

The Grand Priest elaborated, “I’m not saying this to make you feel small. I assume that you're fully aware of Tyr’s real motive now that he is on his way to your headquarters. If you fight Tyr alone, you are definitely not his match.” “Is that so?” Frode sounded slightly scornful. “So, what are you hoping to accomplish by coming here today?” “Now that I’ve told you this much, I won’t beat around the bush any longer,” the Grand Priest explained with a faint smile. “Since GPE announced the five books on the dark web, it’s no secret that collecting the five books of Celestial Empire wonders can make you a God, right? Some time ago, the Jackals robbed a businessman and killed his entire family.

It was beautiful really… “Breeding facilities?!” one of the alphas bellowed, all of them standing now as they surrounded the Elders, who had tried to flee. I grinned, as the once powerful and feared wolves suddenly didn’t seem so big and powerful anymore. Hell, even their enforcers held back, smart enough to know that nobody came between an enraged alpha and his prey… “Yes,” Darian replied still calm as a cucumber, as he gestured to the Blackwood Alpha. “And you might want to grab ahold of Alpha Christian there before he runs off. He’s the one who financed the whole thing.”