Dark Lord Potter Novels & Stories

They could only give all the credit to the lady boss for making them see such a side to the king of the underworld. Their boss seemed like a human now, compared to the emotionless robot he used to be. Before the lady boss came into the picture, facing Draco was like facing death; he was always cranky and unpredictable. He could crush people and companies under his feet as if they were ants. As Peter looked at the scene before him, he couldn't help feeling like something was about to go wrong. Everything had been so peaceful lately that it felt like the calm before the storm since Draco gave him the task this morning. Peter could only hope the lady boss was sincere and not lying to the boss.

Professor Snape approaches a little to look at it, and says. "Indeed, it is the Dark Lord's wand." The atmosphere got stale in the room, just for it to be broken by a melodious feminine voice, Leona's. "I don't know who." Erik chuckles at his wife, and explains it for her. "You-Know-Who was a calling name given to a megalomaniac terrorist dark wizard that called himself 'Lord Voldemort'. He terrorized the British islands about 13 year ago." Leona's nods at Erik's explanation, and notices the obvious flinch that the wizards had when he said the guy's self given name. She continued to ask.

What fantastical narrative is this? "According to the sorceress's far-sighted visions of the future, the Dark King is not of this world. He is a werewolf from another realm. Should he win the Moon Goddess' battle, he'll gain the power to open a portal to his world, which could unleash catastrophic consequences on our planet. That's why the Dark King must perish at any cost," Howard explained, his resolve clear. "I will not release the antidote, no matter what."

“What exactly do you think I am?” Nick looked away from her, he took in a gulp of air, “A Shadow Dweller, someone who can see both good and evil in people.” he said looking down at her hands. “Your hands are turning purple, so it's happening. When you come of age, you'll have to make a choice. Everyone does.”

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

Three Years Later ♠️CASPIAN♠️ The city looks different from the top now. I stand on the balcony of the penthouse that used to be my father’s, now mine. The Blackwood name still opens doors, but the empire runs darker these days. Legitimate on paper. Underground in truth. They call me Don now. The Bloodhounds, once just whispers in boardrooms, became reality after the old man’s conviction. Someone had to hold the leash. Someone had to keep them fed.

Once he comprehended them, James roughly understood who this Lord was. The Dark Lord’s name was called Eternal, and he was called the Eternal Lord in the Dark World. He possessed an immense strength that surpassed even ordinary Macrocosm Ancestral Gods. Besides that, he was a Macrocosm Ancestral God that cultivated two Macrocosm Powers. However, James had yet to understand how he met his downfall. Not only that, he had yet to comprehend the Eternal Lord’s signature cultivation methods for these characters were too mysterious. However, he knew how to refine the Dark Wellspring now.

0 Special Abilities: Mind Terror (High) Lord Presence (Mid) Half Immortal (High) Heart Grasp (Mid) Soul Steal (High) Lightning Fast (High) Skills: Drain Touch (High) Physical Limiter (High) Torturer Chains (High) Stun Gaze (High) Cleaving attack (High) Special Traits: Cunning Mind Fear feeder Cursed of Undead Anchor Pride Descriptions: The Lord of all Lord in Dwertur catacomb dungeon, Born from the cunning and the corrupted soul of the Catacomb Warden Ankhle Poyi the 3rd. All spawn comes from it's twisted mind, Cursed to forever live in Dwertur to guard and torture any living souls that venture into it's lair. A powerful entity that plays and feeds on fear, avoid fighting if you doesn't poss

We were running out of time, we needed to exorcise whatever dark magic was compelling Tasha, she clearly wasn't acting herself. Kole told me that this was likely the effect of one of the Elders powers. Elder Hal Jordan, he had the unique powers as a Lycan to conjure up darkness capable to compell and possess anyone. Kole told me that he was notable one of the strongest Elders, his powers of mind warping and manipulation was impeccable and could make someone believe whatever he wanted. He also mentioned that Hal was a literal asshole and he was sired by Kathryna. We had come up with a plan to exorcise Hal's dark magic from Tasha, and by we I meant kole, Lorenzo and I. Yes, of course Lorenzo w

The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in. I snort. Even at the castle, I am surrounded by attractive men, but none ever looked at me with desire! And so I glare at him. I know this man. Caius Liddicoat, a vampire prince of a rival Kingdom. Is he the reason I smell blood? “Miss Serra, I know you’ve always been an amazing woman, but I will advise you against using magic when you are still half alive.”