Gary Oldman Lord Shen Novels & Stories

"I know what that little bastard did to you. Adrian is a boy who never learned how to appreciate a valuable asset." My heart skipped a beat. "Boy? Adrian? Who... who are you?" The man offered a ghost of a smile. He set an old photograph on the table. In it, a teenager—Adrian—stood awkwardly beside this man. "Alistair Blackwood," he said flatly. "Most people in London call me 'The Great Lord.' But you... you were supposed to call me 'Father-in-law,' had Adrian’s plan not gone awry and you crawled back into his arms today."

“Your mercy precedes us, Alpha King Sven.” “Good,” King Sven says, yanking my head up by the hair, forcing me to look up at him. “Here's your product, Gwendolyn, Emmett. Do you perhaps want to test her before taking her along with you?” Lord Emmett is the first to step out. He is ancient. I've heard he's over a thousand years old. He stands opposite me, his predatory eyes rakes over my body. I hold his gaze, staring into his crimson red eyes to show that I'm not a pushover.

she said, her tone dripping with condescension. I clenched my fists, struggling to maintain my composure. “What do you mean?” Shepard turned to me, his iridescent eyes locking onto mine with a predatory gleam. “Your uncle, Oskar, is a valuable Elder, yet even after centuries of service, he was too strong-willed.” Shepard said. “Okay and?” I asked as I felt chills run up and down my spine. “And so we started the fire all those years ago in England.” Gracie said.

the old master scolded her. Sharon sat down beside the bed and stared at the old master without saying anything. The old master was stunned by the way she was looking at him. He huffed irritatedly and asked, “Why are you looking at me? There isn’t gold on my face that you can pick up.” Sharon nodded understandingly and said, “Yes, there isn’t gold on your face. There are only wrinkles and liver spots on it. Tell me, you’re at such an elderly age. Why do you still have such a bad temper?”

Entering the study and seeing familiar faces,Vador smiled. "The lord," They all bowed except Jadis.He responded by nodding. "And why is someone still seated looking annoyed?" Vador asked. Standing up forceful"My lord," she said. "Why are you all here?" "Lady Jadis informed us that a human vampire named Ava is living here," Lord jack replied. Lord over the southern empire and also lady Mary's father,he wanted Vador to marry his daughter but wasn't forceful about it. "That is so against the law dark lord," Lord Matthew replied. He's the human lord in charge of the western empire.

And right now, they were watching Theoden like they were deciding whether to kill him or hear him out. Selene shifted first, stepping forward, her voice calm but unwavering. Theoden silently shifted and stood by her side. “We come in peace.” A wolf stepped forward. Larger than the rest. And when he shifted, Theoden finally saw his face. A man in his late forties, sharp-featured, scars lining his arms like stories carved into his skin. His silver eyes locked onto Theoden’s blue ones. Recognition flashed. But it was gone just as quickly. Theoden held his gaze. And spoke.

Was there some kind of connivance between all of them that they decided to single out this day to infuriate her? In an apparent compliance, Langrion gently pushed a seat near the old man that Lord Fincher referred to as the ‘king,’ and he guided her towards it. The wheezy elderly looked at her as if he was holding his breath all along. Shia did not like the way that his eyes pierced into her at all. It was as if he was stripping her naked in his head. As if reading her thoughts accurately, Langrion sat down beside Shia. He occupied the seat nearest to the old man, coming in between them. He leaned closer to the edge of the table as if to block his lustful eyes away from her too.

Behind the ranks of soldiers, two vintage cars of Somerland origin rolled forward, maintaining an aura of old-world elegance and authority. As the convoy halted, all eyes turned to the first car, where an elderly man with a commanding presence stepped out, supported by an ornate walking stick. He looked frail, his movements measured as if each step could be his last. Yet anyone familiar with him knew otherwise. This was Lord Elton Fang, the venerable patriarch of the Fang family. His frail appearance belied a lifetime of power and skill, and his steely gaze silenced any doubts about his strength. Behind him, a towering figure known simply as “The Unbroken Shield” emerged, exuding an unyieldi

Lucifer said which made them notice his present and directed their gaze towards him. "My Lord". The three old men stood up in hesitation and bowed their heads as they greeted. "My sincere apology". They bowed elegantly while Lucifer strode and stood in front of them. "What brought you here?". Lucifer asked, ignoring their greetings and apologizing. "My Lord, should we sit". The oldest man in the middle asked. "Sure Gideon". Lucifer responds. Gideon is the oldest werewolf in the pack, he is a strong gamma despite his age it still didn't hide the fact that he was strong. He has a flowing bear that reached the level of his waist and a short barehair.

Nobody really knew the true age of the Daemon Lord, but when Bartholomew had first seen him in passing, he was already centuries old and commanded himself with the same demeanor as someone who had seen much of life. Bartholomew shook himself out of his musings and recovered his senses, grinning warmly at the trio as they approached. "Welcome back to the Enclave. Your conscientious sense of the urgency of this matter, and your speedy arrival, is most appreciated." Bartholomew welcomed with a bow. "Nice to see you too Barty-boy!" Lexi answered jovially as she bounded up the steps and pulled him into an almost bone-crushing hug. Lord Brarthroroz raised an inquisitive eyebrow as Allen bit his to