Lord Of Despair の小説・ストーリー

the old man said. “Speak!” Lady Velkria yelled, standing up. “In the future, the one they call the devil will walk in shadows,” the old man declared. “ He will be the destiny you cannot escape… he is your doom.” A powerful wind blew through the hall, shaking the flames. “What do you mean?” Lady Velkria demanded. “Who is he?” “He is Liam Destyra,” the old man said. He collapsed instantly, dying on the spot…his body disappearing into thin air.

The Emperor’s face was dark, like the back of an old iron pot. His golden aura flared violently, making the entire place vibrate. “Good,” he said coldly. “Since you are so stubborn, since you refuse to listen to reason, then Heaven has no place for the likes of you.” Before he could continue, Lord Dareth quickly rushed before him and knelt down, bowing low until his forehead touched the floor. “Your Majesty, please, wait.” They began to whisper again, wondering what was wrong with him. Eron had boldly claimed that he was in love with the Dark Lord. Why won't Lord Dareth just leave him alone? Someone who preferred a demon to a god should not be allowed to exist.

Cyprus asked and the Death lord chuckled. "What secret? Either ways, they can't defeat us. I will tear every one that think they match up to me. I am Francis King, the Death lord of Narlands, the fifth generation of the great Bama King. Son of Augustus King, I am not one to be underestimated. The blood of my forefathers run through my vain." "I trust you my Lord. Diana is the problem, that woman is sneaky." "Let her be sneaky. She'd die in the end, after all I am not one for patience. She should be lucky I spared her life. Cyprus, relax, nothing will happen and besides I have someone on the inside in Levine." Cyprus stared at the Death lord with confusion.

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry

My eyes lit up with hope and excitement as I slowly turned to face him. Jaxon's eyes landed on mine, and he swallowed nervously. I could see the anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. I bit my lip, desperately trying to stifle the sob threatening to escape. Fear nibbled at me, a relentless beast, as I worried that one of us would be hurt again. Leo turned his head, a sneer playing on his lips. "Ah, the Savior arrives," he mocked, his gun leveled at my head. Terror rushed through me.

Because if I didn’t do something soon, I was going to end up on my knees for that arrogant bastard and that would be the end of me. ~~~~ What kind of cursed fucking karma did I have? Who the hell did I wrong in a past life? “Oh fair and ever beautiful moon goddess,” I whispered under my breath, “why must you terrorize me like this?” Because of course, he was here. Rhysand Cullen. Standing across the training ring like a walking god complex with arms. Blue-eyed menace. All broad chest and smug silence, like the world owed him awe just for existing and the worst part? The absolute worst part?

Before the controlled expression I wore like armour loosened by a single fraction. He had no idea. That was the thing that lived beneath everything — the knowledge that sat in my chest like a coal, glowing and patient. He looked at me and saw a captor. A stranger with power and no conscience. A cold man who had taken him for reasons that hadn't yet been made clear. He had no idea that I had been waiting for him for years. That I had built half of this empire with one eye always turned toward the question of when. I lit a cigarette in the corridor and drew a long, slow drag.

The pastor adjusted the mic and said a bit louder "You may now kiss your bride" Collins took some steps towards me and halted, facing me directly. He drew me closer, and I breathed in his scent. He lowered his head and I closed my eyes, anticipating the long-awaited moment. Suddenly, I felt his breath hard against my ears, and he tightened his grip on me. "Ouch" I let out and added, opening my eyes, "What are you doing, Collins?" He smiled wickedly and shouted "I will never get married to a demon like you."

He suddenly dropped me to the floor, bent down and whispered. "DARK DESIRES...." "Wh.... what are you...",I stuttered trying to understand what he was saying. But then I felt a heavy metal on my head. I felt everything blacking out.

he mumbled. “Fellow academics, please excuse my brother, he is not accustomed to our ways...” Damien apologized. “Very well then,” started Ombra, “I am Lord Ombra, Lord of the Shadow Dragons, Ruler of the Southern Lands and the Great Abyss.” he looked at Damien and frowned. “There, is that fine?” “Yes, thank you.” the other replied. “May we ask why... Lord Ombra has visited us?” the Dean asked with a questioning look in his face.