Dark Lord Potter Novels & Stories

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.

Light glowed from their torches. As soon as they approached, the darkness that had been creeping over her receded, and she realized the power must come from one of the warriors. Her gaze moved to the one in the middle, whose bright green eyes seemed to glow with malice, and she realized it was him. She shuddered at the angry look he sent her way, and she wanted to collapse to the ground, though she thought that was more from fear than magic. “What are you doing here, Maclaren lass?” asked the one on his left. He was a slightly older man with a scarred visage and long brown hair. He didn’t seem particularly concerned on her behalf, but at least he wasn’t reacting with rage or fear.

"Once High Priestess of the Western Cathedral, now heretic by Council decree for questioning the new doctrines." The Shadow Knight inclined his head slightly, shadow-substance flowing around the bone framework visible within his form. "Once Knight-Captain Kaelen Dawnblade. Now the Shadow Knight, transformed by the Council's cruelty and the Soulstone's power." Murmurs spread through the gathered resistance members. The name Dawnblade carried weight, representing old nobility destroyed in the purges. Stories of his transformation had already begun circulating, growing more fantastical with each telling. "We've heard whispers," Mother Verna acknowledged. "Tales of a knight who embraced darkness

"She is the greatest sorceress, the reincarnation of evil, and because of her, our whole species can go to shit, if you don't impregnate her possibly her evil will be awakened and I don't even want to imagine the level of destruction that malevolent woman can cause." "That really doesn't matter to me, I just want to have the supernatural power before all the creatures of our species, to be the universal alpha of all the packs, so it will all be at my feet." "You are ambitious my dear lycanthrope and that can bring you problems, but it's ok, I'll settle for being the alpha of mine nothing more, but I want to make it clear, that I help you in all the ritual, but my pack you will leave it alone

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

They could wander off in fantasy land to no end of the magnificence and wealth that anticipated. Lorist anyway was overjoyed and walked forward with excitement. Having perused 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' in his previous existence, he had generally been interested with enchantment and needed to turn into a mage himself. Really awful he showed up on the Grindia Continent excessively late. Had he moved over to two or three thousand years sooner into the period of enchantment, his fantasies in turning into an extraordinary magus may very well worked out as expected.

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

Master Kai Von’s voice dropped low, steady, carrying a gravity that made the air feel heavy around them “The person named Ernest that you saw in your dream’s is the Dark lord Kal all of us know now. The very one whom Zenobia sealed in that tomb inside the dark forest centuries ago…” Elena’s eyes widened in shock listening to Master Kai’s words but she did not interrupt him and just listened what he was telling.

It was a ghastly sight as the right side of her face was a forgotten mass of tissue and blood. A man dressed in all black, walked in. His face was emotionless and cruel. She whimpered "please... I'm begging you. Please, let me go. I have a grandma and a son to look after. Please." He smiled, the shadow he stood in protected him from her words. "Really? Are you sure about that? What's the consequence of lying?" He asked. "Why are you doing this?!" "Because, my dear, I have a plan and it's working just as I've planned. You're just a pawn, my creature. Yes, my creature. Don't worry, you'll love the end."

Caspian pointed at David Poter and asked her, "Is there any elixir that can make this guy unable to speak for a few days, and he can't move at all? "Well, to be exact, making him unable to speak or move or even unable to turn his eyes." "Hiss. Casper Montgomery, you're so evil!" David Poter turned pale with fright. Master Eva Green crossed her arms and said, "Why bother? Just kill him." David Poter was stunned. Tears welled up in his eyes at this moment. This group of people was really terrible. If he had known this would happen, he would not have done this today.