Legion Of The Damned Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

LUCIEN’S POV I sat alone in Damien’s library, the late afternoon sun slanting through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the hardwood. The air hung still, thick with the scent of old leather and dust, the shelves towering around me, their spines a quiet army of knowledge. My slippers rested on the ottoman, my jeans stretched tight, a heavy tome splayed open on my lap—The Lycan Chronicles, its pages yellowed, ink faded, a map of what I’d become.

Trigger warning ( sensitive topics like self hurt )- The Dark Lord pulled his nails out one by one. He seemed like he was relishing in that pain. Every time he pulled his flesh out along with each nail, a new one grew, almost immediately in its place. His legs were grazing above the fire and chewed on that metal blade. It was the same for all his organs. Every time it got severed it immediately regenerated as if adding salt to his sadistic fornication. As he repeated it again and again, his eyes rolled up and he arched his neck back, as if reaching his climax.

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

Instead, the magic backfired. A flood of visions slammed into her mind with brutal force. She saw thousands of futures at once: One where Liora was taken and turned into a weapon that ended the world in eternal darkness. One where Kael died protecting them, his wolf form crumbling to ash. One where Damien sacrificed himself to close the Eclipse, burning away in sunlight. One where Serena herself broke under the pressure and joined the Council. The worst vision was the last: Liora standing alone in a dead world, whispering, “Why didn’t you save me?”

I know she stands no chance against me, but maybe she thinks she Does. I close the room door behind me, walking over to the small stack of books on the bedside table. Does Lucious enjoy reading? Maybe the enjoyment of reading is something we both have in common. From his bad-boy looks, I wouldn't have taken him for the type of guy who enjoys reading. I grab the top book that has a bookmark hanging out, marking the spot Lucious last stopped at. I look at the title of the book, before turning the book over to read the description of the book. After reading the book description, I see that it's a romantic drama novel.

I didn't want to use this kind of trick for him but I'm too tired of fighting him and I want to end this day for both of us. I once read the prophecy of Apollo about a cambion who killed the hybrid vampire named Damsel in the form of Damon Salvatore. At first for me, it's just a tale but I didn't even think that I was the cambion in that book. I'm not sure about the details but it's said there that, to kill the hybrid Incubus vampire, the cambion who destined to kill him will pull his heart out from his chest. It's all in my mind while he was almost in my face.

Something was wrong and they knew it, the news of commander Isolde’s death and her legion has spread around. What can kill a legion? People who were not at the same place? That was the big question now. I wish to know the answer too so I can try to solve it. On getting to Arius room, I saw his door shut without lock which was strange for Arius or maybe he was waiting for me, thinking that I would want entry into his room at night. With a smile, I crept up on him, hoping to give him a fright but when I got to him and shouted, not movement with supernatural speed came from Arius, In fact, he didn’t make a move.

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

And right there and then, I shattered around him. I come just by him penetrating me. When he said he doesn't fuck soft, I'd expected it. But with each thrust, it was like he was breaching my wall, breaking my soul apart. This time around, he's not here to pick the shattered remains of my soul, he's here to grind them to dust with his cock and watch them blow in the wind. Damien grabs my leg and places it on his shoulder as he drives into me. His cock pistons in and out of me and my face grows red in lust and embarrassment due to the weird sounds coming from his thrusts.

As they overlapped with images of the past… Victoria’s bloody corpse suddenly turned into Rhea. Her blood dripping from my hands. Her vibrant green eyes suddenly stared lifeless into the void. Blackness curled around me, cold clutches of fear ensnared my throat until I couldn’t breathe! The people we trusted all turned against us... Christian’s face turned into Dargan’s, as they all turned their backs on us. And I stood alone – Rhea’s blood on my hands. Helpless to change anything! Powerless to change the fate...