Final Fantasy My Life As A Darklord นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I've come bearing good news, Michael's trial ended today and he was found guilty. He will never see the light of day again." For the past few months Asher had been sure to update Summer on the ongoing trial of her ex-fiance, after all he felt it was news that would bring her joy. After the whole ordeal at Jackson's mansion Asher had discovered that the Wilson's weren't a family of gang members, but instead were undercover detectives that had been spending many years trying to take down Dragon Guard and Serpent kings. It was only with the help of Summer that they had finally been able to do it.

"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

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

I had submitted to the Dark Lord’s will, and with that submission came a curse—a darkness that would taint every decision I made, every battle I fought. The Dark Lord’s control is absolute. My thoughts, my ambitions, and even my feelings have become entangled with his dark desires. I now serve him, willingly or not, as I struggle with the fact that the power I once so desperately sought has left me hollow. My wolf, which I once imagined would be a symbol of freedom and raw strength, may never awaken again. I have become the embodiment of that cursed power—a warning to all who would reach for greatness through darkness.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

I asked quietly, fixing my gaze on him. "Go on." He murmured, though from the expression on his face, it was clear that he may not actually have wanted to hear what I had to say. "Vladimier and I were engaged. After that, I came to live with him and prepared to be the queen. That was when I discovered his true colors. I found him late one night, discussing a curse with his apprentice that he wanted to cast. The very same curse is currently in place over Allsbrook and Halleluia Tyraniyaar."

Damien muttered to himself, stroking his chin as he stared at a pic of the plate number. "Employ two of the best Shadow guards of the Gray family to guard her in secret, she doesn't need to know she's being followed " Damien said, his eyes narrowing at the phone. He must find out whoever it is, no matter where they are. Finishing his meeting, Damien headed for Hazel's room. Pushing the door, it creaked open as he walked in, making his way to where she lay on the bed.

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

I dress as properly as possible. Clyde disclosed that he knew Zenith was trying to manipulate him and he was just trying to act the way she wanted and wanted to see what she would do. “Dragons are not so weak, especially a blue Basilisk,” he had said proudly. I could feel it through our newly formed bond and it both overwhelmed and relieved me. I was not sure what to expect since I have heard stories of mates like Vampire and Werewolf, A seer and a werewolf but never a bond with a dragon, well not until I heard about Lativia. However, I think it is not very different from these bonds.

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