Novel & Cerita Lord Of Despair

I growl, shaking my head, “But dying at the hands of a Nati isn’t exactly on my bucket list.” He leans forward, “I’m not just any Nati, Mae, I am their lord.” Lord? So, the Nati do have a hierarchy, just as my father always suspected, he’d be so happy to know that he was right. Not that I will be able to tell him anytime soon. “That changes things.” I say, rubbing my hand down my face. Mihai frowns, seemingly confused, “How does it change things?” He asks. I shrug my shoulders, leaning back against the cool glass, “It means that I will have to kill you before I escape.” I say coldly, “Can’t have a vampire lord chasing me for the rest of my life.”

He was really skilled, and he defeated all the selected ten experts in just a few minutes. He even ruthlessly said, “These pieces of trash wanted to defeat the God of War? Lord Vedastus, no wonder you’ve been failing.” Lord Vedastus admired the man in black very much, and he asked, “May I know your name?” “Odissan Solis,” the man in black said indifferently. Odissan Solis? After Lord Vedastus heard his answer, he was shocked; he knew the name! Odissan was ranked the first among the killers in the underworld!

I said, trying to comfort him, but he just sighed, looking at anything but me. I closed my eyes for a moment and allowed the alcohol to drive me to a euphoric dream. After several hours, I woke up to Lucas tapping me gently. “Hey, Desire has been trying to get through to you," He whispered. “What time is it?" I asked him grudgingly, fully awake now. “A few minutes past seven p.m.," Lucas said, and I groaned. Before I could say another word, my phone rang again; it was Desire calling.

Brielle felt a chill run down her spine when she heard the boss's familiar voice from afar. "What the fuck is she doing?" She heard his obnoxious bass voice again, and just at the same time, she listened to the cell door slam open as his approaching footsteps resounded quite loudly. "And there she is... The highly sought-after mate of Lycan King Darius.” He said, squatting on his knees, his face visible to her as he sneered. What the hell was Lord Darius to these people, and what had he done to make them despise him?

"Then you must know that there are demons who carry out the suffering of the people who are doomed there, yes?" "Yes," "Well-" Cleon steadied himself on the seat. "One of this demons, is called Aszres." Leonidas stared at him. "It sounds familiar. I think she mentioned him but I was barely able to pay attention. Who is he?" "He is from Tartarus. He is called the demon of despair here," Cleon replied. "He is the type that feeds on every single negative emotion and thoughts that you have, making you think that everyone around you hates and wishes you dead while you neglect other necessary needs for yourself. You would be too deep in fear and hate to go close to anyone or take care of yourself

“I thought swearing and oath-making were no longer popular among werewolves these days.” He crossed his arms. “Let me guess. You think this is what you call despair. But do you really understand what despair is, Sir? You’re strong. You have the potential to be an excellent fighter. You’ve been elevated to the highest position a soldier could expect. You can fight those who have wronged you and your family. What about those who can’t?” The expression on Oakley’s scarred face became strange. He was still smiling, but the smile was twisted, and the muscle in his jaw spasmed.

“I shall send Marcus and Elodie of the Moonflame Pack to the Prison of Despair to lure out the former Alpha Marcos of the Blackwind Pack.” A dramatic pause echoed in the air after he declared this ‘not sure about that but let’s try it’ kind of decision. “Prison of Despair,” I hummed. As if all prisons aren’t in despair enough, they decided this prison in the Black Mountains, guarded by monstrous gods known as the Bloodhounds, to be a literal home of despair. The Prison of Despair indeed. “Send them to this Prison of Despair so I can also have my petty, pretty revenge too, Alpha King,” I crooned, although I cannot match my mate’s playful cool smile.

the eternal lord of the flame, the obedient servant of the great Sun of Dawn! Then he began to proclaim his power, each word setting the air around them ablaze: - **Lord of the Eternal Flame:** He does not merely command fire—he creates it from nothing, a conflagration that no water can extinguish and no stone can contain. - **Shadows' Playful:** He drains the shadows of those who stand before him, stealing their strength and leaving their souls hollow and cold despite the heat of hell. - **Architect of the Infernal Saddle:** He distorts sight and reality, conjuring visions of the past that never were and nightmares of the future yet to come, until one doubts their very existence.

It was clear he couldn't care less about his manners. "That's right! I'm the one who killed that girl!" he snarled. "She caused me to rot in prison for two years! I'm nothing once I'm out… I lost my job, and even my wife ran away! I want to drag her down to hell with me!" "Do you remember the victim's name?" the officer pressed.

"That is on the grounds that the Kalia Kingdom has a Sword Saint. Neither the Romon Empire nor the Khawistan Khanate wishes to unsettle that individual. The Kalia Sword Saint is otherwise called the 'Whirlwind Sword Saint'. As indicated by bits of hearsay, he uncovered his power once when he was still just a Blademaster: when the downpour poured, he could pierce each and every raindrop with his sword and after the shower, an area of three meters from where he hit the dance floor with his sword was totally dry, making his name in a split second take off to distinction." "That Sandoz Hirda whom you've thrashed has since turned into the supporter of the Tempest Sword Saint. Consider it, three y