Dark Lord Tv Tropes Novels & Stories

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.

I muttered. “Evil isn’t really what I call it. You know what you should be more worried about now is your lame husband and his army. I’ve sent him to the devil himself. It’s a shame you didn’t get to witness him get torn apart. Would have been spectacular.” There was clear amusement In Maverick’s tone as he spoke. “What do you mean the devil?” I asked eying him. “Xandros, the awakened 300-year old monster. Something our generation haven’t seen before.”

I growled, narrowing my eyes at him, “I'm not sitting on a throne and governing where blood has been spilled. Blood of the innocent.” Luca’s grin widened, a dark gleam flickering in his eyes. He leaned forward slightly, as if savoring the moment. “Well, you could change that,” he said, voice low, sinister, “Change laws once he steps down... Or,” he paused, just long enough for me to wonder where this was going, his fangs glinting in the moonlight, “Or I could continue Father’s work. But this time, I’ll eradicate the human race instead.”

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

I screamed and launched myself at him, morphing into Wolf form, teeth snapping right for his jugular. “I WILL KILL YOU!” I roared. “Traitorous fucking pig bastard!!!” A sudden surge of electricity hit me out of nowhere and dropped me like a tree in the forest. I heard a man chuckling. It was Lars, the sadist. Not so much of a gentleman, after all. I lay groaning on the ground, twitching uncontrollably and unable to move much more beyond this.

He saw their muscles and their sharp claws, and he knew that even a giant army of werewolves would have a hard time beating them. He walked into the room, his boots clicking on the metal floor, and he felt powerful again. He felt like a king looking at his knights and he didn't care if the whole world was coming for him, because with these soldiers and the power of the Dark Lord, he believed he could destroy everyone. He reached out and touched the glass of one of the tanks, a small smile appeared on his face. "Let them come," Lihont whispered to the quiet room. "Let them come and see what I have built…Tonight, the world will belong to the shadows."

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

Predatory. “Belonging to me,” he said, slow and deliberate, “means your life is no longer your own. Your breath, your time, your body. Everything you are, everything you have, exists to serve me. You are bound by your father’s debt. Until it is paid… you are mine.” My throat dried. The joke I’d been preparing slipped right out of my head. I forced a smirk anyway. “Sounds like slavery. And, uh, newsflash, slavery’s been outlawed for a while now—even for guys with stormy eyes and a cult following.”

"You will take the one to his left. The three of you will be at the helm of affairs here. 'Do not disappoint me.' Those are Viktor's words." I sighed deeply, wearing that evil smirk I knew always drove Landon crazy. Landon was my cousin when we were humans, and he was a rich kid while my family struggled. He was a spoilt brat and was very entitled. He thought he deserved everything he wanted and would go to every extent to get whatever he needed. That was how he stole my girlfriend, but that is a story for another day. He could not accept that I was excelling more than he was in the vampire world, and I so much loved to put him in his place.

Izer hissed. “ It’s possible. She has the Dark Lord’s Blood and most people don’t know much about it no matter what they claim. Only a few people realize that it’s all about dark powers, Alpha Izer. Dark powers can kill you if you provoke them and refuse to embrace them. They feel cheated by the one they are attached to. So, it is possible that the person who did this didn’t know this will happen. And just dumbly gave Luna Scarlett the potion or cast the spell on her. They must have wanted something from her, but they didn’t know if they steal the dark lord’s blood energy, Luna Scarlett will most probably become useless to them. ” She shifted her attention to Izer behind me.