Gary Oldman Lord Shen Novels & Stories

“Elder Shananel,” called a man, whose chin touching his hairy chest. He was clad in the same robe as Shananel—a symbol that he was a member of the Werewolf Committee and he held the ‘Elder’ position. Upon seeing Shananel’s cold glance toward him, his plump cheeks reddened when he realized he was almost wet on the spot.

“What have you done to her?” Geraldine flinched and took few steps back, terrified by the way the shadows lord was looking at her while radiating with that terrifying aura of his. It was uncommon, rare even, to see Eren burst out like this, he was known to be a cold hearted person whose every move and word were planned, it was one of the things that lead him to be the lord of the shadows empire without him having any heritage and claims over the lordship position, the shadow lord was not only strong but also smart, sharp, and very efficient when it came to controlling his barely existing emotions.

He was none other than the enigmatic and powerful King of the West, Lord of the Shadow Sect, Young Master Howard himself. Xever's body jolted as if he had been hit by a bolt of lightning, his face etched with sheer astonishment. "I can't believe it, I just can't! It's him!" "Grandpa, what's gotten into you?" Wynie asked, bewildered by Xever's reaction. "Who is this guy?" "He's a once-in-a-lifetime genius, respected even by those he defeats," Xever said softly, almost to himself. The following morning…

growled one of the men being led by the heir as he shoved the servant aside. Seeing that, everyone fell silent. “…Shane Long?” said Lady Yaleman as she stood up with a frown on her face. One by one, the other Yalemans stood up as well, and all of them bore equally cold expressions on their face as they glared at Shane. Shane was the eldest young master of the Long family, and though he was young, he was known for being quite shrewd. The Yalemans were well aware that behind that kind face lay a vicious personality.

"The Beta is dead. Your Alpha is busy with the rogues. And you... You are nothing but an omega with a shiny collar." Before Sharon could reach the handle of his weapon, the two cowering elders, Elder Vane and Elder Marcus, suddenly stepped out from behind the tapestries. They weren't looking at Sharon with loyalty. They were looking at him with the cold, calculated pragmatism of men who had spent forty years surviving political shifts. Elder Marcus lifted his heavy stone ceremonial staff, bringing it down with a brutal, crushing blow onto the back of Sharon’s skull. The warlord let out a short, choked gasp, his body going completely limp as his face hit the blood-stained stones of the dais.

Her iridescent violet eyes gleamed with a terrifying, predator-like focus in the dim blue firelight. "Grand Commander," Lord Cassian’s voice rasped from the shadows, echoing off the damp stone walls. "The Council has reviewed your reports regarding the infiltration of Lord Gorgon’s estate. You claim the weapon manifests were destroyed in the explosion detonated by the Shattered Alliance. Yet, our intelligence suggests a high-ranking Lycan signature was present in the very same corridor you occupied."

At the far end, before the empty dais, waited twelve elders in ash‑gray wool robes clutching oath‑wood staffs: leaders of the North’s most archaic lineages — those who still believed lycanthropes must isolate themselves from overseas magic. But at the group’s center stood a figure that drew every ray of light in the room. Lord Varek. The Primordial Star Pack’s emissary was no frail elder; an Alpha in the prime of war‑strength, tall as Lawrence yet slimmer, sharper. His skin was frost‑pale, almost translucent; his long hair white as pure snow, flowing over armor forged from a gleaming silver metal that did not reflect torchlight, but the cold of distant stars. At his left hip hung a curved ra

She stopped me with her hands as I walked past her. “Be careful, you know very well not to tamper with men of this caliber.” I chuckled lightly as I walked past her, the least thing I was going to do is play safe. All these years of sitting at a place and playing safe has brought me nothing but loss, I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip off my fingers. Neither would I allow her to take over. Lord Oberon stood in front of a mirror as his servant did the finishing touches on his attire, he was draped in a war or military regalia. The Cape, the armour, heavily padded shoes and his helmet by his side showed he was more prepared than the rest of us.

he paused on his words when he saw my expression darken. I gave a signal to Theo, who immediately walked towards Mr. Martins and whispered something to him "CEO, just CEO…the CEO doesn't like someone talking all high and mighty about him" Theo whispered to Mr martins whose expression immediately turned apologetic as he turned around and bowed many times towards me. "I'm sorry Mr. Leonard…please forgive my attitude just now" he gave an awkward smile which made everyone to burst out laughing again. Even Amelia was laughing. This was so embarrassing "Please, once again, ladies and gentlemen…I present to you Mr. Leonard, the one and only CEO of 7ELEVEN corporation" everyone gave a standing ovati

A man in a black dress shirt stepped forward. He carried an air of dominance and cold indifference. His shirt was unbuttoned down to his waist, revealing a hint of muscle. As he took in the scene inside the room, a look of impatience crossed his face. "What's going on?" Lena knew from her research that Jordan was the official heir of the Gomery family. A man with real power. Shane could not bring himself to look at him. Just as the police officer was about to speak, Jordan pulled out a cigarette. He lowered his head to light it with a casual air that was still incredibly intimidating.