Lord Of Darkness Undertaker Novels & Stories

Carefully looking at the shadow. - I see, honorable lord, gained strength after the death of so many worthy dark ones. Askadal says quietly. The Lord of the Shadows squared his shoulders, radiant with a bluish glow. - The death of the dark ones is not in vain. It is a sacrifice for a great purpose. My servants are looking all over the city for what they need to find, and it's only a matter of time. The master is concerned about the guardian of the ancient rituals. Lord Shadowfov says moving his hands smoothly from side to side. The vampire nervously clenched his fists.

Amelia and the werewolf paused, their attention drawn to a massive, shadowy figure emerging from the darkness. It was the true form of the Shadow Lord, towering over them with a menacing air of superiority. The energy surrounding him crackled and sparked with dark power, casting an eerie glow against his twisted visage. Amelia's heart sank as realization hit her. This was the being they had been facing all along - a manifestation of pure darkness. The Shadow Lord's voice boomed, interwoven with malice and arrogance. "So, you dare to challenge me, little mortals? You are but insects before my might. Prepare to be consumed by the abyss."

With a deep bow, Carlos addressed the king. "The men you sent have arrived. Shall I inform them of your arrival?" Draven turned, his dark eyes narrowing. "Inform them. I will be there shortly." Carlos bowed again and left. Draven exhaled slowly. The men he had summoned to deal with the rogue werewolves were some of the finest warriors he had ever trained. They lived among other packs, ensuring the safety and stability of the vampire territories. Now, their skills were needed here. He stepped out of his room, his strides purposeful as he headed toward the hall where his men waited.

It was all dark and cool in the Andromeda. Star light in the night sky shone brightly, sending life to all in Eptomaniac. The three year old wolf camp had just had the honor once again to have a change of rulership, at the death of the former Djhord- an Alpha named Lucian Kian, the Alpha wolf of light, as he was so named. Wolf howling in the distance resounded over the wide surrounding slopes, crowning the night ceremony as the newly made Djhord- Lothaire, an Alpha wolf was led to the grand palace, shouting, hooting and howling of various wolves followed him homewards.

Her death was going to be more bloody than the other zodiac sisters and the great maker death that was years ago. "Your power hunger creature that the darkness use to the dark work for. The darkness is not a ruler or a hero, to fight or even kill us with their own hand. The darkness has people, but they make you guys do their dirty work. Our creature of this land didn't make the creature go into the forest without fear. War is in man's hand and if he has to make creatures out of the darkness within the dark, to fight for them. They're not bringing honor to their family name or the land." the darkness keeper who was still holding her chin up with the sword right up to her neck, the darkness k

Only the necromancer’s call could make the undead get a hold of himself. Now, with Angelina fading away, the spell was collapsing. As soon as Yarosh spoke those last words, all these thoughts flashed through the mind of the Undead King with the speed of a comet. Reive abruptly raised his hand, conjuring up the Dark with his mind. The ground trembled. He was using his last resources. Everything he’d ever had. Everything that remained accessible to him after his seven-hundred-year sleep. The clouds above the heads of the two armies filled with thick shadow. But these weren’t rain clouds. This was the Dark.

He is blinded by his greed. He felt an intense pain on his neck and stains of blood went on his hand when he tried touching it. He fretted but the demon dismissed his worry, “It is part of the contract that you bear my mark.” The demon’s voice became clearer in his mind. He gasped when a figure emerged from the shadows, his face and body slowly became more and more vivid in his eyes. “The contract is done!” The demon merrily announced, “My name is Linus.” --

This stranger made him look like a mere schoolboy. He seems to absorb all the darkness in the room and extradite it in the form of pulsing power. The kind that promised to go deep within your mind and expel your darkest secrets. The same power that threatened to rip the skin off your bones if you get too close. And as I stare at him, all the breath leaves me.

my legs shook it's felt like I should just die right now I hope Damon doesn't know what happened to me cause I just can't comprehend how he's gonna felt about me. Nikita that bitch I trusted her but I don't know she's a fucking betrayer I feel like I was stabbed by someone dear to me. She's a devil I can't believe she can do this to me, If anyone told me she's going to do something this terrible to me am gonna deny it's and fought with the person that's she can't hurt a snail but now I believed you don't have to trust people. The look is sometimes deceptive I think have believed so much in her. I feel so fucked up I don't know who touch me I feel like a fool right now. Someone touched me I f

After that she excused herself knowing her, I knew she was going out to let out some screams. "And I am Alaric," another voice came after with his hand stretched, reluctantly I took the hand of the man behind who is now in front of me. His voice even deeper and his hands cold. His aura is even stranger than that of the Devil's. "I have heard a lot about you," his words took me by surprise. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the devil trying to stretch his hands too. "How about I show you around if somebody hasn't yet...sir?" I said to Alaric who smiled with only a single brow arched. Of the three men in front of me, he appears the strangest with his direct eye contact.