Romans & histoires Lord Of Darkness Undertaker

"That's what I’m here to find out. The guy claimed these Shadows are tied to someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. You know him?" Lucifer’s eyes flickered with recognition. "Vlad Darkclaw? Of course, I know him." His voice grew colder. "He’s dangerous. Ruthless in the underworld. And that's me" Aiden folded his arms, meeting Lucifer’s gaze. "Then you know this isn't a coincidence. If I want to get to the Shadows, it looks like I'll need your help." Lucifer stared at him, considering his words. After a long moment, he finally said, "You’re playing a dangerous game, Aiden. But if you want to take this path... I’ll help you. For now."

“Dragon, remember? I’m not a human that turns into a dragon. I’m a dragon that turns into a human. I’m always the dragon, so my senses are always heightened. When you were unconscious, I smelled you to see what had happened to you. I smelled the poison in your system, got the scent of the ones that did that to you so I can kill them and found the scent of your family member. I didn’t know it was your brother, but I could tell from the scent of the meadow that the person was related.” There was a lot to unpack in that diatribe, but what stood out to me most is what came out of my mouth. “You’re going to kill the ones that imprisoned me? Why?” He steps away from me, running his hand through hi

“You’ll break too. Beg like she did.” He laughed again, low and harsh, releasing me to pace the dim chamber. Flickering lantern light danced over barrels stacked like forgotten tombs, the air thick with dank decay and iron smell. "Twisting? I have the ashes, girl. Signed by his own hand. 'Ignore the shadows,' he wrote to his scouts. 'They're rogues, not my rivals.' Your Teja was collateral. A message to me." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Join me. Sever the bond. Let me show you the power without his leash.”

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.

The psychopathic lord stated, his tone layered with concern. When Darkous had accompanied his friend to meet with his family, everything had begun decently and Dorian was welcomed with open arms. Only, the feral immortal was highly unpredictable and when his father had arrived home, things quickly took a turn for the worst. Dorian’s father wouldn’t believe a word that he said, deciding instead that the animal-like man was no longer his son because of what he had become. The psychopathic lord had attempted to calm the escalating argument, but unfortunately; it had already gotten out of hand. The feral being within Dorian had been unleashed during the fight, tragically resulting in the death o

Aurelia scowled at him, she turned to Mashek with a flourish of her hand, and honeyed words, "Please continue, my ears hunger for your words." "Anyway, four of the most trusted servants saw Dunkelheit's true face and immediately came to Lord Bathory with a description. Of course, Lord Bathory being the consummate scholar that he is, began to do research based on the description. He came across a passage describing Lebende Dunkelheit, or living darkness." "Lord Bathory accepted the servants' words without question,'' A dubious expression hit Zinjo's face like an arrow shot from a longbow.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

said an Undead who had just walked into the room. Next to this Undead was another of his kind but of the opposite sex. The two approached Dark Shadow’s throne and knelt before her, offering their respect to their mistress. “Bloodlust greets Mistress Dark Shadow.” “Breaker greets Mistress Dark Shadow.” Looking down upon her two subordinates, Dark Shadow chuckled lightly and gestured for them to stand. These two, Bloodlust and Breaker, were the other two 4 Star Undead under her command. Bloodlust and Breaker were both Blood Daemons, Undead who derived their strength from the blood of their enemies. The two were twins that had served Dark Shadow even before Muscles and Slender had become her ar

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.