Lord Of Despair Novels & Stories

I sat down opposite him and then he asked, "why did you leave the ball? Were you disgusted by the entertainer low key performance? If you are then I can get them executed right away!!!" I then looked at him and said, "they were just fine, I was only irritated by the monster you are bent on becoming, you could be so much good if you choose another path in life Darius." He then stood up and I was scared, he placed his shoulder softly on my neck, "what are you doing?" I asked in fury, his palm was exceptionally soft and comfortable for a serial killer like him. He was a very handsome lord and known as the most handsome in the entire kingdoms of the west. His hand was inferior to my left ear and

“Whatever you know for your mother, remember? Better start talking.” She inhales a shaky breath and sits down. “The vampire lord's name is Dario Vitale. He's ruthless, fearless, reigns over three kingdoms because he's constantly waging war against tiny villages owned by witches. Some people say they've never seen him, and others who have described him as a young man whose beauty can make you sin.” I cross my leg, tapping my fingers against my thigh as I stare at her. “And the kingdoms he rules, what are their names?”

The male's voice sounded once more, and this time more of a snicker. "Wait... Twin lords? No, Lord compassion, to be exact," Marco finally said. "Well, it's none other than Lord compassion because if it's Lord horror, you would be dead by now", Nate spoke as he stepped out from the shadow. "You know you can't kill me no matter how stronger than me you are," Marco said. "Well, it's true, but what about locking you up in chains and then beating you up anytime I feel like venting any anger at all? What do you think?" Nate said, rubbing his hands together, which shut Marco up for a moment.

“Okay. I understand. But please Marley. Be careful. They know you’re out there.” “Who?” “The other Coven Leaders. You thought Korin was bad. If someone like Othello got you— Absinthe would not be able to do a damned thing about it.” Who the hell was Othello? I didn’t know a thing about the name, or who he was, or his importance. “Who’s Othello?” “Othello is the Lord of the Vampires.” “Absinthe is a Lord too.” I’d met Korin… he was a Lord, and other than being a creep, he wasn’t that ba—

People like Baron prefer something cruel and merciless. His hand moved to squeeze my left breast instead of my throat when he saw my lack of fear. "Do you think you know me, eh?" He bit out, clearly displeased with me now. "Think again, little thief, you will never know me well enough to guess what I am capable of, you will never know what demons have shaped me and made me into what I am today. The best you could do is to pray I find satisfaction in my revenge, otherwise, you may well wish for death."

He turned slowly, his electric blue eyes fixating on hers. He was extremely handsome, but there was an edge to him, a quiet fierceness that made her blood turn ice. “Liya Glensdale,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “I’ve been expecting you.” She opened her mouth to respond but no words came out. Aldo’s stare was hard to read, his appearance a mask of calm and authority. “I believe Damian went through the arrangement with you,” he said, stepping closer. “Is there anything you'd like to ask?”

When the telescope inside the apartment opposite mine locked onto me, I was curled up on my bed, trembling all over from the toy. When I realized I was being spied on, the panic was accompanied by overwhelming pleasure and excitement. I reached my climax under that intense gaze, becoming completely disheveled, as if being caressed and toyed with by those eyes. I did the boldest thing I had ever done in my life. I faced the intense gaze from afar and slowly parted my legs, showing him how I swallowed the toy. I had no idea that this gaze would soon lead me to countless dizzying losses of control.

Sephora smiled when she turned upon the silent table of Lords and Ladies, intently staring into each of their faces. All the Lords appeared to have their mates sat next to them, all except one. The said Lord was wearing a pitch black suit, his broad shoulders telling Sephora that he too was a warrior with centuries of experience. He was a male of unnaturally good looks, with a defined chin and full mouth, his skin gorgeously tan. His eyes were the most captivating of his features though. Pure grey eyes glistened with a predator's stare, as they met with her's, contrasting with his jet black hair that fell slightly over his face to brush his dark eyebrows. He was terrifying. Sephora wondered w

The Lycan king was cursed, unable to form a mate bond, and if he continued down his destructive path, he would succumb to a fate worse than death: going feral. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, my heart heavy with anguish. "But he knows this, so why is he still doing it?" I had asked Lord Mortis, my eyes stinging with tears. Lord Mortis's expression had turned somber, his gaze growing distant as he replied, "He's grown tired of living. Over two centuries, and ever since he was a little child, not a moment's happiness. Of course, he would seek death."