Darklord Morningstar Novels & Stories

Morning screamed. I turned back and accessed the battlefield in an instant. All the remaining two invocates were occupied. One was being torn to shreds by a raging Orlaith while the other was contending with both Rowena and Kerrigan. He was mostly hiding behind trees to avoid arrows and claws. But there was a sixth invocate that I had not known about. I identified him as the leader because of the three-star badge on his chest. He had a notched arrow he was training at me. But when Morning screamed, he turned the arrow towards her.

Yet here we were. I saw the exact moment he realized what I already did. “You? My new bloodhost?” Revandrel is eyes flared with disbelief. Then fury took over. “Over. My. Dead. Body.” “I did not choose this,” I tried to keep my voice calm, but it was shaking. I was panting. “This cannot be happening.” He pinned me with a very spiteful glare. This male who had earned many names over the centuries. The Coin Master. Whisperer of Gold. Ruthless Lender of Ruin. Dread Lord. Cunning Serpent. Bloodthirsty Gladiator. I had heard them all.

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.

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.

Lord Darkwood asked from his seat. He has always had a dark aura surrounding him just as he does now. As I walked closer to where he sat, I noticed he had gone a step higher to add to his menacing looks. His eyes were darkened with mascaras and eyeliners and with his dark blue robe he looked like an ancient wizard. “I need to pass a warning. A final warning.,” I replied firmly. “What could have triggered you, Marcus?” He asked with a sly smile. I knew his question was sincere but I was going to respond nonetheless. “If the Luna Crest Pack, trespass their jurisdiction and make an attempt on what is mine,” I paused and stared at him with a cold glint in my eyes.

Silas furrowed his eyebrows and said, “If Chase could say something like that, it means Navia won’t last for long. “Who here is willing to head to Northzone to kill Draco? Step forward!” Whoosh! A Luposia general stood up. This person’s moniker was Lonewolf, and he was the most powerful assassin in Black Nergal. He had a strong physique and he had the strength of a tiger. It was said that he had wanted to kill Draco for a long time. Lonewolf stood up and said, “Draking, Draco killed my father with his own hands in the past. I’ve been wanting to kill him for a long time. Luposia must be involved in this war, and I will most certainly march forward without hesitation!”

I whispered amid sobs. “I can hear him.” She answered, and her voice sounded different. It wasn’t entirely her voice. It was as if it came from a place far behind her. “Who do you hear, Astrid?” She tried to open her eyes a little, but couldn’t. “He keeps calling me….his little moon. My throat was parched. “Little moon?” That had been the name the Dark lord used to call his looker, as written in scrolls before he lost himself to greed and power, which made him begin the dark lord—the Alpha god.

"Obey my command! This creature has disappointed your Lord! He is unworthy of your support and my powers! Strip him of his soul and drag him into the Underworld, where he shall never again see the light of day!" A low, menacing growl emanated from the Darklings as they began to close in on Fredrick. Panic flashed across Fredrick's face as he realized he had lost control. "No! You can't do this! No! Do not listen to him! I am your master! I am your Lord!" The Darklings surged forward, their forms coalescing around Fredrick. He screamed as they descended upon him, each one vying for a taste of his soul. His dark powers, granted by the Dark Lord, were stripped away, leaving him vulnerable and e

Even the most defiant lords of Hell paused, feeling the oppressive weight of the Morningstar’s presence. Lucifer's eyes took in the Seraphim at the left side of the hall: Zadkiel and Envy. He saw their scars, their pain, their burdens-but also their resolve. "They're here because the game changed," he added, his voice rising like a storm curling over mountains. "They're here because Luna is still out there, scheming, waiting for weakness. And tonight, we will end her manipulation. But not with chaos. Not with revenge. With strategy."

When Daeira looked up, her white irises were gone but the animosity behind her innocent smile was there and the hunters knew that the fall of the dark lord will be in the hands of his most treasured human. “And victory shall be ours again,” Daeira said in a monotone voice before the three of them chorused in one patterned speech. “Hail the order. Hail the Nazi. Hail the reptilian. Hail the fall of the dark lord. Hail for the dark lord's death.” And Daeira smirked darkly and eyed Esee and Csal, “Hail for his death.”