Dark Lord Potter Novels & Stories

Other than the fact that he looked like an ancient evil vampire, his features were so humanoid it was even more eery. "Ah Cameron Diamanté. Nice to finally meet your acquaintance. Too bad this is the day you die." I blinked. His words sounded more like a promise than a threat. Cameron was unyielding though. His bravery was either very admirable or very stupid. He stepped forward. "This is for all of my people you have killed." The Dark Lord chuckled. "Oh, after all these years of you trying to probe and invade my dreams, I thought you would have been more impressive. Maybe that will all fall to your sister. When I wed her perhaps we will grant some of your people their lives."

Eric’s eyes landed on Steve and Melinda who stood at the corner of the room. He can see her trembling in Steve’s arms making him to feel pity for her and as well as feeling little relief from the way Steve protecting her. Melinda, if possible, would have run away from the place avoiding the topic. Since Steve was there holding her in his arms, she felt no one can harm her making her to stay put. “Yes, his name is Draco and he is the dark lord. Your father was sent from above to hunt him down. He is the biggest threat and enemy for your father who was the protector of all the souls.” Once their father was mentioned, both Lily and her brother perked up their ears and looked at each other.

Thankfully, today another elf returned from a 50-year trip to the northern region with an extremely rare grimoire and the Mothers did not want to wait a second to decipher it, which gave me a deserved day off. “Why aren’t you training?” Well, not exactly a day off. I am supposed to be practicing mana manipulation here at the forest, but instead decided to lay down and enjoy nature. That was until Lada interrupted me. “I’m training my meditation. What about you?” “I ran out of materials and figured I would come here to study some spells.” “You made that many potions and are still in one piece?” Lada is ages ahead of me when it comes to her lessons. She already can make almost every basic poti

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

"Welcome to Volkar, Princess Diana." He removed his helmet, revealing a stern and battle hardened face with sharp wolf features and piercing grey eyes. "The home of Prince Draven."

“You can’t be serious.” Salvatore folded his hands behind his back calmly, as if he had not just suggested I willingly walk into the arms of the people who murdered Enzo. “Draco Castellano is not merely Dante’s eldest son,” he said evenly. “He is the future of La Casa delle Ombre. The brothers absolutely trust him. Even their patriarch Dante relies on him more than anyone else inside the organization.” “And that means what exactly?” I snapped. “You want me to seduce him?”

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

Lilith had spoken the truth—Aurora was terrified of him. He turned away sadly, staring at his mother for a moment before leaving the room. Without a doubt, his mate had gone through physical abuse at some point. Aurora stood frozen, shocked to the core. The man wasn’t just a vampire—he was the Vampire King. Who didn’t know about Draven Dracula, the bloodthirsty king capable of breaking the Alpha’s arms? He was known as the god of war, blood, and vengeance. This was the worst fate she had encountered.

I said and quickly ducked and hid behind a metal armor statue that was place in passage, since this hall way was restricted to only royal family no other slaves were allowed to be here except cleaning staff on cleaning day, which mean I am liable to get penalized if they see me here. “He is locked with us for more than two decades Gandalf, yet we are unable to make him surrender to us, you know how powerful his dragon is and with him on our army we can complete our dream of concurring entire eastern part” I heard our King Aldrich words, hearing which Gandalf freely nodded his head where he was wearing his giant golden and blue emblazed turban with long peacock feather on it corner

When he nodded, she said, “The dark lord is the lord and master of all dark creatures. The devil is the possessor of souls.” “But, who is more powerful?” Louella insisted. Sybil sighed. “The Dark Lord, of course. Although, it is unwise to speak of such things. It could cause a rise up and challenge between the underworld nations.” “So what? If he’s got more power, what does it matter?” “You are young and still quite naïve, so