Final Fantasy My Life As A Darklord Novels & Stories

"Stop talking." She turned her head toward him. Their eyes met, and he felt the impact all the way to his newly healed soul. He had a few moments to contemplate how ironic it was that he would find her now, in the clutches of a master darkness, when he'd finally made up his mind that he could not be the life mate needed for a woman of this century and could never claim his lifemate. The sky above them erupted with four ugly shapeless monsters. Three went after the children while one dropped toward the Tensel’s property. These were the dark one’s first line of defense, his pawns.

Emily simply nodded and set out immediately while the girls walked back to join the rest. Her tears had defeated her and she began sobbing bitterly as she walked not looking at where she was headed. After walking some distance she stopped suddenly after hearing what seemed like a silent growl, she quickly held her torch up but the place was dark that the little light she had couldn't help. She had been deep in the woods without knowing and she scanned the place genuinely confused on which way she came from, she made several attempts at finding her way back but it ended up confusing her even more. Then she stopped trying to make meaning of the sound she was hearing and gradually it became cle

"Do you know what I was thinking when I made the plan? I thought I could kill them, but... I also thought it was too easy; I want to make it harder for them little by little until they can't get up again; I want to see how they suffer, how they live in hell, and how they can live in darkness." Sheena chuckled and shook her head. "I've spent my entire life living in darkness; there's no light, and no one can help, so I promised myself that one day I'd come out of the darkness, and my wish has come true." Sheena sipped her drink and smiled. "In her last letter, Mother Esme told me to seek the light of hope, and that's you." She looked at Gaze, who was just listening to her. "You are my light,

But what I found waiting for me at the gate wasn't half as bad as I thought. Three men stood at the gate, covered from head to toe in a black material I had never seen before. There was a dull sheen to the armour, almost opalescent. A small dragon was embroidered onto the breast of the armour. Only indication that these men were trained killers and not just any men sent by their king. Word had started spreading amongst the Loyalists a few years ago that the Draco Venandi had risen once more. Father had said he would handle them when the time came. Preparations on behalf of Elliana and her safety had been made anyway. I was a princess, but the only humans who knew were the Loyalists and Hadeo

"I won." "Your just lucky," he whispered before he ungentlemanly picked her up before he went back to the throne. The next thing she knew, he was already casting a medical spell on her. "Prove to me for the next months that you are the next rightful owner of my title. For now, I acknowledge your will to live. I am Azul Refirtaum, the Lord of Shadows and the Conqueror of the Dead. Welcome to my eternal prison." -----

“Yet you stand before wolves without fear.” “I’m terrified, “I admitted. “But I’m not leaving him. That seemed to settle something. The wound resists regeneration, she explained. Dark magic bound with silver. His body is fighting it, but it will take time and strength. “How much time?” I asked. She didn’t answer. I sank beside Kael, pressing my forehead against the edge of the stone. This is all my fault,” I said hoarsely. I hadn’t been stubborn. If I hadn’t gone into the forest chasing answers.

“Because your survival… will belong to me. And the first lesson begins tonight.” Elara’s chest tightened. Fear, defiance, and the pull of the curse collided inside her, a storm she couldn’t control. She understood then—the Dark Prince was more than a hunter, more than a ruler, more than a shadow in her nightmares. He was the thread itself, binding her, shaping her fate, and claiming her survival as his own.

And he didn't just agree to the proposition—he had agreed without hesitation as well. Something was fishy, that was for sure. Cassian was certain that Dunley was hiding something from him. He asked right away, "What do you need the Covenant of Lightning for?" "What else do I need it for? I want to use it on Nero, of course!" Dunley answered. "In the previous battle of the Dragonite Ranking, the old windbag and I had worked together to fight Nero. But both of us only held out for three attacks before we got defeated! Ugh, I'm so mad thinking about it!

I trailed my fingers up his chest absentminded. “I told you my ability lies in the mastery of life. It’s the one thing dark ones don’t truly have. It’s why they kill and feast on those who live. Even though it only sustains them for a short while. But when I summon it, sort of like I did with Landon, well - it’s a different story. They crave what I have but… too much of it is toxic to them.” Images of the forest flashed back and I winced as the memories came back.