Lord Of Despair Novels & Stories

Chelsea's POV Someone once told me that we all have our demons and their job is solely to prick our minds and show us a fragment of hell whilst whispering in our ears. But why show me a fragment when I can bring the whole hell to your very own doorstep. My name is Chelsea .A. Mateo , the A is for Amanda but only my Mom gets to call me that name.Unlike everyone else, I know my demons, their names and their home addresses. Some call me a nerd but I don’t let that bother me, I just want to make my Mom proud with straight A's.My demons came in the form of all the boys I've known especially Ethan and his father. I used to attend Bridgerton High School till my parents got a divorce. My parents alw

she mumbled, glaring at him. “What?” “Nothing,” Latina sighed and checked on their enemy only to find them mostly squashed by the heavy rocks and skewered by tree branches. Her eyes twitched when she saw the alpha standing alone. Its white fur remained pure without a speck of dirt. “Tsk!” Latina’s attention was back to the man beside her who clicked his tongue in displeased. “Good. You won’t be hailed as the king of the alphas unless you’re too weak,” the lord said and jumped from the tree after telling her to stay right there.

"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. ~Bob Marley Rogue's POV The door opens and someone enters into my room. I do not know how long I slept, but I know it's not enough and when it's not enough, I don't regain the majority of my senses. When I don't regain the majority of my senses, I make terrible life decisions like throwing someone off the balcony of the third floor. "Good to know that you're not yet dead," the cringing voice of Lare booms through the room and I groan and wish the ground would just open up and swallow me or him, any one of us as long as it stops us from being in the same room. "Go away?" I growl and cover my

In case she refuses to be the Count Lord, we need someone else to take up that position and there’s no better candidate than you. An elderly man speaks up as if trying to distinguish the fire that’s about to start. His calm voice is soothing to the ear and yet there’s a mystery behind his words. -What about the other lords? What did they say? -They also agree with the proposal. As far as you know, Lord Zion has already declared that he doesn’t wish to be the Count Lord and due to the demon’s influence, Master Damien is also out of the question. So the strongest among the left ones is you. I hope you won’t disappoint us!

He smirked and snapped her neck before he disappeared into the shadows. Casper is a young good looking man, infact scratch that he is a beautifully handsome man that no woman can resist. His skin is smooth white and pale with a blue pair of eyes that can Pierce anyone when furious. His tall with a very toned body, perfect abs and body. His Sharp jaws and pointed Sharp nose was beautiful but his aura deadly, His Glory was dark and shady. Alot of people calls him a Mafia while some calls him a Lord, while some calls him a ruthless CEO, billionaire.

the asked "Your drink, miss," the bartender said as he pushed a glass with crushed ice and a clear blue liquid inside, She thanked him and took a sip, then she turned to the man beside her, "This is my first time out of my cabin," "What've you been doing there that kept you locked up for six days?" "That's private," Nya answered, "Not really something I'd discuss with a stranger," The man held out his hand, "Terrance Quinn, but my friends call me Terror,"

he cursed under his breath as his taste buds gradually registered the taste in his mouth. ​Slowly, he lifted his eyes to a fuming Alexander standing by the sofa, his extremities turning cold as he realized the reason for everything. ​"Caramel latte," Adrian muttered, lowering his eyes to the black coffee in his hand. "Oh, no..." ​He moved, his hands visibly trembling. ​He had misplaced the coffee! ​Wait... he called me Adrian! He blinked slowly as he lowered himself to his chair. ​"Sir... boss, I... I misplaced the drinks. H-here's your coffee." Adrian extended his trembling hands to Alexander, his pulse crashing like a heavy wave onto a rock.

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

0 Special Abilities: Mind Terror (High) Lord Presence (Mid) Half Immortal (High) Heart Grasp (Mid) Soul Steal (High) Lightning Fast (High) Skills: Drain Touch (High) Physical Limiter (High) Torturer Chains (High) Stun Gaze (High) Cleaving attack (High) Special Traits: Cunning Mind Fear feeder Cursed of Undead Anchor Pride Descriptions: The Lord of all Lord in Dwertur catacomb dungeon, Born from the cunning and the corrupted soul of the Catacomb Warden Ankhle Poyi the 3rd. All spawn comes from it's twisted mind, Cursed to forever live in Dwertur to guard and torture any living souls that venture into it's lair. A powerful entity that plays and feeds on fear, avoid fighting if you doesn't poss

Settle down guys, In a few minutes, our vampire lord Duke Darius, king of Kingstormville will arrive, and we would see what he has got installed for us," zoella said to the crowd. "Yes, of course, the vampire lord always has something great installed for us," someone from the crowd shouted out loud. His name is Leonard, he is a calm guy but, dangerous at times, he has been a faithful vampire warrior member, and has never gone against the laws of society.