Final Fantasy My Life As A Darklord Novels & Stories

The triad was forming, whether the Council wanted it or not, but they didn’t have time to revel in it. A horn cut through the night, low and deep. From the shadows of the ridge, the Council's armored enforcers descended, and at their head was Drayce Malor, cold-eyed and calculating. Behind her, more of the beasts they’d controlled poured forward, hundreds of them, filling the night with snapping jaws and thunderous paws. Every victory they thought they had won againt the creatures had been a lie. There were more than they had imagined.

Every blow he delivered carried the weight of something unnatural. Dark magic. Draven narrowed his eyes. "They've been tampered with," he muttered under his breath, parrying another brutal strike. "Enhanced beyond natural means." Kael’s movements were faster, stronger, almost berserker-like. Around them, werewolf warriors fought with an edge that even seasoned vampires struggled to match. And then, the first light of dawn touched the horizon. Draven felt the heat kiss his skin—a warning most vampires would dread. Around him, his warriors hesitated, confused, their instincts screaming to retreat from the rising sun.

"That's what I’m here to find out. The guy claimed these Shadows are tied to someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. You know him?" Lucifer’s eyes flickered with recognition. "Vlad Darkclaw? Of course, I know him." His voice grew colder. "He’s dangerous. Ruthless in the underworld. And that's me" Aiden folded his arms, meeting Lucifer’s gaze. "Then you know this isn't a coincidence. If I want to get to the Shadows, it looks like I'll need your help." Lucifer stared at him, considering his words. After a long moment, he finally said, "You’re playing a dangerous game, Aiden. But if you want to take this path... I’ll help you. For now."

"He is known as the Dark King "What?" My voice barely rose above a whisper. The Dark King's name alone evoked fear. We all know how the Dark King brings wrath to those who cross him. How was I expected to even step foot into the Lycan's domain? "You're talking about the Lycan King?" "Yes, the very same," Ashere confirmed. "Once you get the power, your life will change forever, and you will get your happy ever after. But most importantly, you will get the life you've always wanted with your mother."

I crouched beside him, grabbed his bloodied collar, and snarled in his face. “You fool,” I spat, my voice shaking with fury. “You didn’t even know that the source of your dark magic was right here in these forgotten ruins. Now it's Game over!” He tried to speak, to plead, but I didn’t let him. With one last, brutal thrust of my claws, I ended him—fast and merciless. And his body went still. Dead. Silence fell—heavy, suffocating—until suddenly, like a snapped thread, the frozen warriors and elders gasped back to life, stumbling free of their magical bonds, their eyes wild with confusion and relief.

It was something never done before. That time, my father was a counselor for Faelyn, and he planted the idea so that I could take the crown. I was one of the contenders, in his words. It was time for the dark elves to rise from the shadows and rule. We practiced and explored our magic's full potential. We all went in with the strength of dark magic and practiced light magic. But darkness quickly corrupted our light magic, turning it into hazardous black magic. Ultimately, we practiced less and less white magic and concentrated on darkness only.

Lord Yong asked. “Yes. A group of black magicians cast a powerful spell on him. They cast a deadly spell on him. The Dark Lord is a powerful wizard so it was not possible for them to kill him with their powers. So, they cast a spell of leprosy on him, as it was done through dark arts it was impossible to cure it.” He continued to narrate the whole mishap happened with his master.

The aura he possessed at that point was that of a powerful ruler, a king. What his eyes searched for was absolutely nothing but what his thoughts held were inconceivable. He knew that this was the last time he was going to be a free man. He knew that the moment he leaves the mansion, his entire being would be dedicated to nothing else but the country. He is Nolan Armstrong, the Imperial ruler of the east, and a ruler he shall remain. It is his life, his heritage. His thoughts were interrupted by Scorpion, but his eyes remained fixed outside.

Has she been toying with him all along just like he is doing with her? Now that he thinks about that, it was always him who succumbed to her wishes, who let her run wild in this kingdom raising havoc. It's his army, his men who are doing the grunt work; His places where they are keeping the captives; His money which is being used to hire the mercenaries. All that mage is doing is chanting some silly lines, doing some stupid magic tricks any mage can do. Enough! He has let that mortal make him dance on her tune. He, an immortal with centuries of experience.