Lord Series Novels & Stories

The day of Sheena's departure finally arrived. She was going alone, leaving Chetvine and traveling thousands of miles east to Swordhaven Keep in Holtrien. "I should send a team with you." The head of the Lloyd family's assassination operations department turned out to be a short, stocky man. Despite his small stature, his strength was formidable. He had reached the second level of martial emperor, and he went by the nickname "the Leopard." This man possessed incredible explosive power, making him a force to be reckoned with. Even back when all of the Lloyd family's various operations divisions were under Reginald's command, he had been one of their most capable and powerful fighters.

The blue of his eyes shone with darkness, the intensity choked me. "She doesn't seem to know how a conquest works," Theodore said, walking towards the small couch in front of the bed. "Allow us to lay it out for you." "Do you know who we are, butterfly?" Veles asked and I gave him a confused look laced with fear. "You're the L-Lords of Nith-" I hesitated to answer. "Sons of Nithilorc." Claus cut me off. "A kingdom that every other fear. A kingdom your kind has tried to destroy since the beginning." I looked at him confused. What did he mean?

“I’ll do my best.” So, most werewolves live in packs with a hierarchy to rule them, but this island is something else. We don’t live like a normal pack; we are more like a family. Everyone has a role and a job that keeps the island running smoothly, and I’m sure you already guessed it by now, but if you haven’t yet well, I’m the alpha better known as the Luna.

“Just a minute.” She gave me a look and then turned to her friend. I barely paid attention to them as I made her iced latte. But then their words jolted me to attention when I heard the other girl say, “My older brother said that the Lords are back.” “Really? It’s been two years, and there was no news about them till now, are you sure?” “Yeah, my brother always have the right info.” “Well… we’ll have something to talk about in the town, it was getting boring anyways.”

At first, a subtle trace of scrutiny flickered in his eyes—an instinctive alertness shaped by who he had once been. Landon radiated immeasurable power, yet it was so perfectly contained that not a trace escaped. Even from a distance, Fergus could not grasp its depth. It felt like standing at the edge of a still lake, knowing something unfathomable lay beneath the surface. In the next moment, however, the memories of this life surfaced and clarified Landon's identity. He was Landon York, the sole head of the York Group. He was only in his mid-20s, yet he already commanded a vast business empire. Not only was he a figure of status and influence, but he was also known for his cool composure and

Sometimes Solus found it too old fashioned for her liking, but he’d been a good friend, practically family at this point. “Sure nerd. So where to?” she asks “right over there” Leyland points a finger at a nearby black Rolls Royce with Chrome linings. Its wheels where spherical, and it hummed with the low growl of a fusion core engine, a power source normally reserved for war machines. Solus whistles at the sight of it. “East 26D Netrunners?” she asks again, “Why would I lie about that Sunshine? Go get em, I’ll be nearby.”