Dark Lord Potter Novels & Stories

"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

" I dare not Hazia, I am just surprised that she would be alive after you confirmed killing her. " She's a Silver wolf and a witch, nothing is impossible with her, not even resurrecting from the dead." I replied It was the truth though. A silver Wolf who is also a Witch has immeasurable powers. There is nothing she is incapable of. " That's enough! Both of you,do you think this is the time to fight among ourselves?" The Dark Lord intervened. Sparing one last glance at Lucio, I walked back to my position. I will be the one to end his miserable life.

On the sight of these, she immediately bowed. "My Lady". OLIVIA HAGNAROK – Daughter of the Prime Minister of the East, A Rude-ass billionaire, Competitive, Rival of Serenity and Sasha, Madly in love with Nolan, A.K.A The biggest bully in town. "Gloria?". She called with a hint of surprise plastered in her tone. "What brings you here at this hour? What if you get caught?" She stood up from her seat and walked to the doors behind the maid, closing them lightly before breathing in relief.

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.

As the men dragged the battered captive away, his sudden scream pierced the air, echoing off the damp walls of the abandoned building. “Aiden! Wait!” the man shouted, desperation lacing his voice. “You need to know more! The Serpent... he has people working for him, and they call themselves The Shadows!” Aiden paused, curiosity piqued. He turned back, narrowing his eyes. “What about The Shadows?” The man gulped, fear evident in his trembling hands. “They’re the ones who do the dirty work for him. They’re ruthless and merciless, and they’re looking for someone—someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. He’s the one you need to be worried about!”

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."