Lord Of Eternal Night Novels & Stories

By the end, they had built a rather long list of names. Nightmare, of course, along with 21 of his associates. All of them were refugee players, and were stronger, tougher, and smarter. Well, supposedly smarter, anyway. Eva surmised that they had played Bellum Aeterna for years, and were incredibly familiar with each other. They no doubt worked very well together, at least in the realm of their expertise - griefing. Beyond the 21, there were a dozen others that they had recruited into their ranks. More than likely they were just some scum that were scraped off Helios’ streets.

"What did you just say?" Thomas was staring at me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. No, not crawl - tingle. Like electricity was dancing across my nerve endings. "The woman with the dagger. The guard who died protecting you. Lady Serenity." The world seemed to tilt sideways. I could taste copper in her mouth, could feel the phantom weight of that heavy vintage dress against my legs. "How do you know that name?" "Because I was there," he said, and his voice sounded different somehow. Older. Sadder. "I was the lord who was supposed to find you and keep you safe. But I was too late. I'm always too late."

The lady in red. "The men have killed Vander and all the members of the Royal family. We are ready to take your orders" she continued My heart nearly seized. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you sure they're all dead. I want no witnesses. I want no mistakes" Thorne said with not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Don't you trust me my love. The work is done. It is our throne now. All hail Thorne Blackwood, Lycan King of MoonShire"

Not a mark on me. I sat there for hours, staring at the horizon — a wasteland of melted earth and twisted steel. The sun rose again, as if mocking me for surviving what should have ended everything. My reflection in the glass wasn’t human anymore; my eyes had changed. There was something eternal behind them — not divine, not demonic — just… unending. That was the day I knew for certain — I would never die. And whatever task that voice promised me… it was gone. Centuries passed. I kept living, losing, searching.

One of the elders stood up, Matteo, one of Alec’s loyalists, “We apologize, Lycan. The urgency left us no time to seek permission.” “And the urgent matter is?” “The absence of a Luna and an heir,” Alec said, a smirk on his face. “It’s been six years, and you’ve yet to present one. Our pack grows restless because of the danger that comes with your recklessness and selfishness.” His voice was laced with mockery. He was taunting me! I turned to the elders, “And what the hell is he doing here?” Another of his loyalists stood up, “With all due respect, Lycan. You’ve made no efforts to find your Luna and produce an heir, threatening the survival of this pack.” He began, “We can’t face the rot of t

An image born from a few prophecies and restless minds. “The Young Lord is the Supreme?” Dracula’s voice came out hoarse and his breathing was a bit hurried, like one who had endured the harsh reality of a marathon’s difficulty. Eternals answered to none but one entity – the Supreme. To find out that the one they were supposed to serve had such a status was mind boggling. “He is,” Odin didn’t deny this fact. He needed the vampires to respect Mane regardless of his age. And that could be accomplished by revealing his identity. After all, it was an identity that many knew of.

Once he comprehended them, James roughly understood who this Lord was. The Dark Lord’s name was called Eternal, and he was called the Eternal Lord in the Dark World. He possessed an immense strength that surpassed even ordinary Macrocosm Ancestral Gods. Besides that, he was a Macrocosm Ancestral God that cultivated two Macrocosm Powers. However, James had yet to understand how he met his downfall. Not only that, he had yet to comprehend the Eternal Lord’s signature cultivation methods for these characters were too mysterious. However, he knew how to refine the Dark Wellspring now.

He screamed into the night. "Do you want to know what else, Jackson? I lied, the nymph would have been the perfect Luna for your pack. Why else would the moon goddess have chosen her? You and your wolf are terrible sons, both to his mother the moon and your earthly father, whose throat was torn from his body." He gaped at me, I watched happily as the fact that he destroyed his life for nothing set in. “Why? Why would you do this? What did I ever do to you.” His eyes flashed cobalt blue as the filthy dog within him tried to burst free.

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

Alcheron said that made the Lord to show his face as the torches beside him were enlightened. His terrifying looked was seen. His sharped fangs and the red as blood eyes were made his face more horrible. He wore a hoody grey sleeves with marked of being a strong Lord of the vampires. "I trusted you Alcheron. Your men will be my men too and if one of those disciples failed me again, I will not hesitate to use the Morgana coffin. I will devour every traitor by forcing them in the eternal sleep. Don't fail my command." He spoke while clenching the his powerful hands into fist. His sharped nails were seen and the ring of the eternity glowed in his finger. The words of the Lord made Alcheron to