Dark Lord Potter Novels & Stories

Draco shouted. “WRONG! All of this has something to do with it! I'm not talking nonsense!" shouted Leonard as he thumped the throne and straightened himself. "Explain! I never knew your mother!” Draco said fiercely. “The dragons, elves, dwarves, and humans of the past carried out a massacre of the black sorcerer. They massacred my mother mercilessly, even though she didn't hurt anyone. She's just a sorcerer who fell in love with a demon!” shouted Leonard with eyes brimming with hatred.

It was Roberts voice that finally pulled all the attention back to where it was primarily required. " Wake up, the three of you. Her life is in danger. " He flung his body between Mira and the tendrils of light. The hairs on his head stood up as his eyes rolled back and tongue popped out, as if he was electrocuted on the spot. " Remove this fool! The alter must not be contaminated.The Dark Lord will be here any moment. " One of the Mages yelled. " Your existence is a contamination itself, did nobody tell you that? "

His gaze was steady and unwavering. I might regret this later, but I almost believed him. Almost. If only I didn’t remember how he hid his relationship with Lorraine behind my back. He was nothing more than a master manipulator. “Alexa, I need you as my Luna. The world is turning into chaos. The Dark Lord’s power is growing stronger, causing anarchy in various places around. Just yesterday, I fought a monster and was seriously injured.” My body tensed. “Monster?” My breath hitched.

his eyes turned gold, definitely not his wolf. "You didn't" Nirson corrected but he brought a globe out and started talking to the ball. "Whatever was lost will be restored, the future is mine just like a plain board," We could have stopped him but there was this dark energy around him, the room became hotter and words louder as her wielded the globe. "My pen in one hand, the globe I'll rewrite, history be damned before another one bites the dust." His words were meaningless but they were backed with power. This was magic, dark magic. The kind I read about of Voldar the dark Lord.

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

And then of course, there was my dear brother, Khor, or as he was now known, a Dark Lord Khor. I knew he was coming for her. After all, Dragana was his granddaughter, but I suspected that he too was more focused on prophecy then anything else. His timing was curious to say the least. Our world was under some type of attack – things have shifted and I could sense the change. I knew that even Frist Dragon’s forces were attacked. We all knew something different was happening. Khor had to have sensed it too. An extremely powerful witch and lethal Lycan, his strength was legendary and I knew he used dark magic too. I am not sure if he knew that Dragana was with Alpha King all this time, but those

Instantly, all eyes shifted from me to the newcomer. The warriors and the small crowd of onlookers immediately turned and bowed deeply as the man approached. Lifting my eyes, I saw a young man with an air of undeniable charisma. His spiky brunette hair, square jaw, and deep blue eyes exuded a quiet strength. Despite his imposing presence, I found it hard to believe he could be the Dark Lord. Beside him stood a younger boy, whose face seemed like it had been meticulously sculpted to perfection, radiating a similar aura of authority.

he muttered with a sickening, devilish smirk. I wrestled against his strength, and just then, I noticed the black-inked symbol that covered a portion of his chest. And I froze. I recognized the symbol, even Killian's father, Nell Reid had one engraved on his wrist that night. It was a dragon symbol of the Dark Circle. My eyes went up to meet him, studying me with so much fascination. They were bold, and somehow I knew who he was. He was the Dark Lord himself, the one after my life.

His total possession showed evil imbalances, making possible a blend of the two intrinsic personalities inside the vessel. His power is greater than that of the most powerful witches and appear to be almost impossible to kill with human weapons, as their wounds heal in a matter of seconds without causing the slightest pain as if stabbing a puppet. The Dark Lord is a trickster in the greatest degree, able to whisper in the ear of men exactly what they want to hear, manipulating them to make the most nefarious actions, with the promise of power, wealth, health and everything that anyone could want. His magic, as rough as it is mainly based on bloodshed and violence of all sorts, to the point t

"...Did you know young man, your stepfather chooses to abandon his family for the power he hopes to get from me? Such a foolish mortal. And did you know? I will kill you like how I killed the king." Harry glared with sheer hatred as he picked up a sword from the deceased soldiers. He kept one hand on the sword's hilt and placed the other partway down the blade. "And if you ask me, your stepfather I believe was there in the wasteland, trapped or maybe dead. Foolish human tsk tsk!" Lord Andrie sneered. He was looking Harry in the eye as he sized him up. Harry looked at him in the chest and he had to stay focused on himself. Mind games would be too risky given his disadvantages. "And ...he was