Gary Oldman Lord Shen Novels & Stories

As Gaston began to recognize the old man standing behind, his facial expression took a drastic change. The old man was the chief of Thousand Miles Conglomerate, and the alpha of the underground world, Lord Lex—Lex Gunther! He did not have the guts to berate Lord Lex. After all, he still valued his life.

Shawn repeated confused, the last thing he should be called was Lord. The Majordomo curtsied then looked at him, “Yes, you have been appointed the title of Lord and Master by Prince Aldridge and you will be serving as his personal guard for the rest of your life.” “Me? Why?” Shawn asked utterly dumbfounded.

"You brought iron to a temple of fire. Kneel." Lord Sunder, a gaunt, silver-bearded hybrid clad in heavy, velvet-trimmed scale armor, raised his head, his face twisted in a desperate, aristocratic rage. "We built the dry-docks that floated your flagship, hybrid abomination! You cannot strip us of our ancestral charters! Without our sulfur refineries, your vanguard will starve before the winter freeze!" "Then we will burn your refineries and forge our own from the ash," I snarled, a cold, predatory smile cutting through my features as my fangs fully extended past my lips.

“ We are not trying to play dumb with you milord but your son is under a spell ” Sharon went straight to the point. Silence reighed between them for some minutes as the Lord stared at them as though they had said something stupid and then they heard him chuckle which made them frown. “ What's funny ” Danielle asked. “ My guards will escort you both out of my mansion, I'm letting you go because I am in a good mood ” The Lord said in a calm voice “ Sarah, make me blood tea ” He said to the servant who immediately left.

Even though her cultivation rank was slightly lower than the Omnipotent Lord, her aura was not inferior to the Omnipotent Lord. Besides, there were many lords behind Sienna. Among the lords, there were powerful ones. In fact, there was a lord who had an aura similar to Sienna. They were both the Eighth Stage Lord Rank. This lord was a man. The man was not old. He appeared to be approximately thirty years old. He wore a black robe and looked handsome. With an aloof expression, he walked forward and fought alongside Sienna. When the Omnipotent Lord saw the two lords with similar auras, his emotions became unstable.

Couldn’t be more obvious. Then a voice hit them, everywhere and nowhere at once: “The omega comes back,” it boomed. “As was foretold in the ancient books.” Yeah. This was going to suck. One of the hooded creeps shuffled forward, shoving his hood back like he was revealing a magic trick, except,nah, no rabbit in this hat. His face? Dude looked like death warmed over, paper-white skin, eyes like two bottomless pits. Zero shine. And that smile? Nightmare fuel. Same filed teeth as Lord Roderick, but these were worn down over centuries. Not some weekend project. Way older.

A chill ran down my spine, not entirely from the cold stone floors. “Welcome, Miss Thorne,” a deep, resonant voice echoed from the grand staircase. Lord Victor Blackthorn, the eldest, descended with the grace of a predator. Tall and broad-shouldered, with raven hair streaked with silver at the temples and eyes like polished obsidian, he carried an aura of old power and restrained hunger. His tailored black coat hugged a frame built for both command and combat.

“Hmm? The third-in-command of South Light is here?” Grey had a playful look on his face. “Master, what do we do?” Zack was a bit anxious. Based on his experience and knowledge, the third-in-command of Buckwood was enough to scare him to death, let alone the third-in-command in all of South Light! The corners of Grey’s mouth curved into a smile. “If there’s one man worth fearing in all of South Light, it’d be Sheldon Xavier. I wouldn’t even bat an eye at the renowned Prince York!”

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

Before Victor could respond, another voice, frail yet commanding, echoed across the courtyard from the rear of the convoy. "Enough." Everyone turned. An elderly man stepped out from the rear of the final luxury limousine. His silver hair was neatly combed, and the heavy walking cane he leaned on bore the golden royal crest of Arden. Even Victor immediately lowered his head in deep respect. "Lord Chancellor," Victor murmured. The old man walked slowly toward Lorrie, his boots dragging slightly on the gravel. His sharp, ancient eyes studied her features with profound intensity. "You've grown so much."