Dark Lord Harry Potter Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

He looked at the reflection of the monster and bowed his head slightly. "My Lord," Lihont said, his voice sounding extremely respectful "Everything is going exactly as we planned. The stars are moving into the right spots, and the altar is ready. After tonight, the spell will be complete, you will finally be free from your prison, and you will rule the whole world.. .Everyone will bow down to you." The Dark Lord did not speak with a mouth, his voice sounded inside Lihont’s head, like a deep, scary growl that made the glass of the mirror vibrate.

He clouds her mind with the fallen, that old fairy soul was inside her now, creating havoc on her soul. "Imagine the absolute freedom from all hope on a heavenly maker who tells us what we can and cannot do." And he reckoned it did not get worse than that, contemplating the Lord. Anna remained in her trance of pity, something inside her stirred as she listened. The Dark Lord concluded his discourses, "Meanwhile little one, you will be the heroine." He grinned, and he will have the absolute vengeance of engulfing the very life and lineage of his brother, into his body when he drank her blood and sampled her flesh. He dreamed.

I wasn't surprised though, the dark lord was a very potent man. I felt shivers going up my spine, all the way from between my legs. “I want to lay you on your belly right on the table, pull up that thing you call a dress and fuck you hard without taking that thong off and trust me Mia Cara, when I do fuck you it wouldnt be for your pleasure, but for mine, when I finally take you, I'll take you so hard I'll make sure it hurts.” His voice brought shivers to my spine.

Susparia Pov I watched as the wolves stared at me with a smirk. Xavier has finally accepted Darcy as the Luna of this pack. This is the nightmare the wished for never to happen. I know they are upto something as Darcy allows them to do whatever they wants to with me. The feared the worst. May be they are going to beat me up for their satisfaction or may be they all are going to make me lick their dirty paws like they always did. I watched as the Luna of our pack came to me with an evil smirk on her face. The word Darcy suits her personality. She is way too dark and cruel. She always enjoyed hurting me and humiliating me.

He had drugged my drink with aphrodisiacs and I had no choice but to keep quiet as he took what he wanted from me. The last thing I remembered was Dario's weight pressing down on my body before everything went dark. ****** As I awoke from my drugged state, I struggled to focus my vision, but as the figure sitting in the armchair came into view, a wave of terror washed over me like a tsunami. It was Alpha Atlas, the leader of our pack, and his presence alone filled the room with a foreboding atmosphere that seemed to weigh down on my soul.

No, it’s better if she kills him, chokes him, hits him hard — or probably bruise him enough that scars will appear on his perfect body! The remaining warrior moves toward me. “Tricky mage,” she says. “Tough warrior,” I retort. “That sounded like a praise,” she smirks. “You don’t know how to insult, huh?” “Why would I insult you? Somehow, I’d like to see you making love with the Lycan King. That would be hilarious.” Slowly, her face darkens in anger. “That’s it! You are dead!” She dashes towards me, but she is already woozy from my sleep spell. And so, with just a single sidestep and a kick on her side, she falls to the ground.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

"There was nothing real to it except for this fucking mark so I think you using the word 'husband' is premature." "Urghhh," he massaged his forehead, no doubt losing his patience, "just...change and fast. If we're lucky, she won't end up as Hale's dinner." At the mention of the vampire lord's name, my lycan side growled. The fuck...of all the vampires to purchase her, must it be the dark lord himself? Learning of Hale's involvement in this situation, I was beginning to think my 'unfinished business' alibi was actually turning into a valid reason.

He slumped on the cobblestone, unconscious. “What are you doing?” the Dark Lord cried out. “Now I gotta kill you and replay this exact moment to fix it!” The creature stretched its hand, but Alexander stretched his arms faster. A bright light appeared from his palm. It shot directly at the Dark Lord, hitting the creature straight in the chest. The Dark Lord went still, as a hole suddenly appeared in the center of its cloaked figure. “D–did you just…?” Suddenly, the Dark Lord wailed in pain. At the rim of the hole, the creature started burning. It spread like wildfire to the entire body until there was nothing left of the Dark Lord other than ashes.

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.