Great Lord Novels & Stories

“The big announcement we have this morning for the citizens of our great country is to announce the coronation of the New king, who is my son, Prince Richard Amaan and the inauguration of the new cabinet members who will be headed by my other Son, Aslam Amaan in the next three days. We hope you give us your blessings” Father stood up from the hot seat and made his way into his office. The reporters were still following him, trying to get his attention one way or the other while I find a way to get away unnoticed. “Father” I called out once I entered his office. I saw someone who looked just like me- the younger version of me, standing beside the window. “Richard, you’re here. Since the two o

this is what I should have said right? He seemed to be holding back a smile, but still with a strange face. Between wanting to smile and not, then he nodded. "My obligation ... fellow humans must do GOOD, right?" then he just left. Wait... why did he emphasize the word good so much! Is there something wrong with me not being nice to him? Like this is a reward for me not being nice to him? Ugh. Zetta shook my shoulder and made me look at her. "Oi.. awake! Earth to Lili! Li.. you've realized! Why is Mr. Harold so super cool!." Zetta said weirdly.

At least I have to defend myself. Harry occasionally glanced at Kirey who was already busy eating the chocolate-flavored candy. "But why did you get an egg score?" "I was too lazy to write the answer, so I just answered it from my head. Shorter, clearer, and more concise. Mr. Dani alone can't hear my telepathy Harry. He's just an old fart that smells of graves, come on. You're being serious. Face the creatures of the earth!" "Earth creature? So what are you? Satan?"

“Your Royal Majesty, it’s an unexpected sight seeing you here. I am the Commander-in-chief, Deviklin Schit, the Grand Duke of Shcit.” ‘Yes… right. I was wrong. Dev is a man that wasn’t only a Duke, but a Grand Duke. Wait, no… didn’t Yuta mention that it’d take time for Dev to arrive? Why is he here in front of me?!’

Zenoah said excitedly. "Valerian the War Chief? He's escorting Linette and Keagan?" Another chill ran down Zachariah's spine. The War Chief was one of the four Great War Gods. A visit from someone famous like him would put Brookbourn on the map. That would also attract merchants from other cities to do business there. It would also mean a brighter future for Brookbourn. "That's right! I also found it unbelievable when I first heard about it!" Zenoah said.

Radcliff replied. "What's your master's name?" "We call him Master Lewis. Do you know him? He is quite popular back then," Radcliff replied. Astrid's eyes widened with admiration. She swallowed nervously. “Master Lewis? You mean he is Lewis, one of The Great Sorcerer's trusted High Sorcerers? Lewis, who made it rain on the farm and grew seeds on the barren land? That Lewis? The Lewis who was always sung from tavern to tavern by traveling poets?" asked Astrid with overwhelming enthusiasm.

As Elysia’s words echoed across the stadium, a tense silence fell over the crowd. The mere mention of the Grandmasters had left everyone—foreign dignitaries, martial artists, and civilians alike—on the edge of their seats. Grandmasters were revered as gods, figures of immeasurable power who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts. It was said their strength alone could level entire cities, and their presence here struck a mix of awe and reverence in all who knew of them.

stuttered Winnie as her jaw dropped. “He truly is a great master!” replied Parker, still trembling all over as he nodded. “Still… A great master at his age… Aside from that man, Gerald’s the only other person to achieve the title of great master at such a young age!” added Parker. “What’s a great master, dad? Gerald’s one now?” asked Dylan who had no idea what a great master was. However, from what he heard, he knew that it must have been an extremely high achievement.

Gukasho never thought he would live to tell the tale that his emotionless and regal master would lose his noble posture after receiving a single letter. The Grand Duke of the Nether World also known as Malevolent World, Demon Lord Beelzebub the Glutton, held his chest as his voice boomed inside the manor – his laughter resonated at every corner of the spacious mansion. The letter he received from the Headmaster Kirk of Transylvania Academy was still in his right hand.

Grand lord Arthur is what my great grand Dadis addressed as, he is a proud man at the old age of 103 and still does not look a year above 60 years old while my grand Dadis already long gone, was killed during the war of balance that was between most, if not all the supernatural creatures. As the only son from my family in this household and if not for my Momalways reprimanding him I’ll have grown up as a robot without a mind of my own. He was the one that suggested that I attend this academy since he is close friends with the founder Mr. Sheldon cooper, who is surprisingly an average supernatural being.