Novel & Cerita Lord Of North

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

And shattered it. I turned. Walked back through the gate. Back to my realm-crossing point. Not so fast... someone suddenly said. The voice wasn’t a whisper. It was loud. Smooth. Icy. I turned around slowly, fangs still bared, wings half-spread. And I saw them. Three of them. Dante Mercier. Selene Varda. Akira Sōma. The Lords of the Northern, Eastern, and Southern Dominions. They stood like royalty. Dressed in black, silver, crimson, obsidian silk dripping off their shoulders. Eyes ancient. Voices barely needed.

Nyxoria shook her head as she continued to look at the face of her uncle, her father's twin brother, he was the strongest warlord in the whole kingdom and he is a replica of her now dead father. Vyr and Laka were twin brothers and he was the senior as Laka was born two minutes after Vyr. Laka was given the throne and crowned the High King of all supernaturals because he bears the mark of Obsidian Sigil of Liora, a mark of the goddess. Once a person has the mark of Liora, he or she will be blessed by the Emperor of all. Nyxoria also has the mark and will be crowned when she reaches the age.

Anna asked, waiting for more. Sandra leaned in. "He's a thief." She whispered. Anna's eyes widened slightly, "Why do you say so?" "Rumours are running around in the maid quarters. Dan stole 6 billion from Lord Xandros and ran away with it. No one thought he would have used it to build a place like Abaddon and then, he gave it to Candy to supervise it. The man who fled with him was the man Lord Xandros unalived that night."

I say coldly, “Can’t have a vampire lord chasing me for the rest of my life.” What the fuck did he think I meant? Just because he is lord to the Nati doesn’t mean I will shut my mouth and obey him. I have much better things planned for my life than being a vampire’s pet. I am not going to let myself be owned by him. He may have defiled my body, but that was only because I allowed him to, I could have stopped him anytime I wished. A Nati lord can’t be much more powerful than a normal undead creature, I will find his weaknesses, and then I’ll destroy him. Just as my family has done to hundreds of years.

Odhan wanted to know where Norcia's loyalties are. Norcia is a very good fighter and will be a good ally, in their fight against their father. "Apologies Prince Odhan, my loyalty always be with your father. You cannot persuade me otherwise. I assume that answered your question" Norcia answered sincerely. Even Norcia knows how ruthless their Lord is. But he pledged his loyalty to his Lord and no one can change that. That pledge is compulsive and will not allow him to go against his Lord. Even though Norcia is not willing to kill Prince Odhan, he is bound to his Lord with his pledge and he cannot go against his Lord's direct command.

A pot-bellied man rises to his feet and says yes in a caps lock. "Mr. Lugard, they have all affirmed the confidence they have in you. We should hope that we are not going to regret our decision today." I didn't think I was supposed to showcase my teeth for that. I sit down, as serious as I was from the genesis of the meeting. "So now, I and the elders of the Salt Lake pack pronounce you as our new Alpha and Lord. From this day on, you occupy our throne as Alpha Lord Lugard." I smirk, some claps and the rest applauds. The throne also smiles, waiting for me to take careful steps to sit down. They also stand up, I calmly take my seat on the Golden throne as Lord Lugard.

“Why did you ask me to talk to you, m'lord?" Lord Zerron is a known Lord from the North. He was Nevil and Acheron's uncle, and he'd been silent until the news about the insurgents came out. People in the north barely talk about him too, but they are aware of him.

Though her circumstances occasionally improved, Arren remembered her position as mere confiscated property. Leon headed to Napoli's headquarters with ten of his soldiers. The drug lord's base was in Northern Canadak, behind the Thunderon Mountains. They flew there in a military helicopter with total armaments. Of course, Leon wouldn't directly attack Napoli's headquarters, but he would be prepared for any emergency. Leon felt overwhelmed after experiencing a series of recent events that had made him emotional. No lion wants to be disturbed while sleeping, and Napoli has disrupted his peace. The security at Ironcamp— the name of the headquarters— was tight and nearly impossible to infiltrate.

He chuckled too at the thought that Figl could be a Southerner. He was mighty small for a Maudian with his six feet. Alarick had prohibited him from fighting, but he insisted on being at least a messenger or a domestic guard. “Xiath, ghlac sinn uhvatili smo yazini de Nord gheata tuath,” he panted. “Ach dar Levon agus Thorne pegaram eles izmedu selayi gini. Ca jyra Sud!” (Your Highness, we’ve captured the whores in the North Gate.)