Novel & Cerita Lord Of North

I asked, curiously. She grinned again and answered, “You should already know your master’s name. Perth Otho. He leads the Otho family’s major clan. His younger brother, Dimitri, and their sister, Fayre, each lead the minor clans. So the Othos together make up three clans total—one major, two minors.”

Blanc and Noir decided that they would look deeper into it after returning to the Netherrealm. No one would suspect Landon's involvement; his sickly, striking appearance was far too distracting. He had merely stood there in silence, coughing occasionally. Aside from Nyx and the twins, no one had noticed Landon's slight smile that hinted at a threat. Nyx and the twins wouldn't have dared approach him if they were in the Soulbinder's shoes. The Soulbinder was as astute as expected, and its sharp senses enabled it to recognize its master. If the three spirits hadn't been certain of Landon's identity, they were absolutely sure of it now—Landon was the rumored Lord of the Netherrealm.

This man sounded like a tired angel and she wanted him to keep talking. "I'm no longer lord." Ash felt the need to put it out as a reminder. "Frost." Anukgo put his hands behind him and called. As if that gentle tone was magic, Frost appeared out of nowhere, thrown to the floor from wherever he had been to their center. He lifted his head and frowned, confused as to how he got there in the first place. "You have misplaced priorities." Anukgo cut his scrutiny. Frost instantly recognising the bearded man took the same position as Ash. Anukgo wasn't any ancestor, he had been the first lord to rule over water and fire before his death.

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

I motioned him to kneel and he obeyed. "I, Alpha Alexander Adam Auroras, declare you Antonio Erik Auroras, a member of the Northern Lights Pack," I said before I felt his teether to me snap in please by the pack link. I wished there was a way to make him my rightful heir but he wasn't my son by blood, he would have to fight me for it when the time comes. "Now let's go home," I told them. ***** River POV;

Is he really THE Lord of the Northern Territory, the land of the Nobles? Wait, does that mean I'm going to be a Noble too?! ***

Warlord protested, “You told me to call you daddy and I did! Why don’t you just let me go? Why do I have to kneel down and call you again?” Charlie laughed. “The first thing I said was for you to kneel down and call me daddy. If you don’t want to do as I say, then I’ll let you die with dignity. Your choice.” Realm Master growled in exasperation, “Hey, no matter what, I’m still the realm master of the Northern Realm who once defeated a hundred enemies. You’re too much!” Charlie smirked. “The realm master of the Northern Realm? What is that?” Realm Master said, “The Northern Mercenaries, the largest private mercenary organization in the north!”

It's been a while of killing every scoundrel his fangs could reach when the mindlink erupted with agonizing voices of other troops. "Alpha... We cannot withstand the troops in the North. It was advancing. Delta Viddar is down wounded. A powerful sorcerer is leading the North army" a head warrior reported. "Stand your ground!" "Finish these bastards! I will be going to the north" he ordered before he turned towards the north's direction. Clenching his jaw as he might have missed something. The Alpha's howl echoed before his paws thundered the ground, sprinting in the darkness, killing enemies along the way.

"And you are standing in a house that has seen the end of the world. Choose your next words carefully, Emissary. My brother has very little patience for the manners of the South." The man swallowed hard, his hands shaking as he pulled a scroll from his belt. It was tied with a heavy silver cord and sealed with the Sun-Drenched crest. "I am... I am Lord Julian of the Amber-Ridge Pack," he managed to say. "I represent the High Council of the Southern Territories. We have heard... rumors... of the events in the North. We have heard of the fall of Alpha Silas and the rise of a new power." "The North is no longer a collection of territories to be discussed in your parlors, Lord Julian," I said. "

“We believe Rheagal has gotten to Alpha Duncan. He must have offered him something he couldn’t deny or maybe, made a promise to him,” “How do you know this?” I asked. “It’s written all over the imports going into his home every night. Gold, silver, purple banes,” Lord Ardan chimed. “I see,” I muttered, leaning forward. “So what you’re saying is…we can’t get the Alliance of the north? Even if it’s the faction you lead as the lord of the north?” They exchanged a glance, something like a quiet communication between them sparked for a split second before turning back to me. “Duncan owns the north,” Ardan answered.