Lord Seventh Novels & Stories

“Your Majesty, I was ignorant. I now remember the name… Victor Rosett is the Vampire Lord who controlled the Liore Kingdom in the shadows. He is my greatest enemy.” “Your greatest enemy? Well, you aren’t his match. The likes of that moving corpse are bothering me,” Zev responded. “Therefore, he is my enemy and not yours. If you want to avenge your clansmen, I could help you with that… in exchange for something,” he continued.

All of them spoke simultaneously, refusing to let her downplay the pain she experienced. Tuk! Julian fell into despair. ‘What… what… what…’ His eyes shifted among them with a disbelieving complexion. Your Highness Nathan, the dragon lord. Your Highness Ali, the wingsman lord. Your Highness Ibrahim, the lion lord. Your Highness Juviana, the lord of the central kingdom. Your Highness Miley, the lord of the left kingdom. And most importantly… Your Highness Shadow, the guardian of the three worlds.

The driver gave him appreciation by as he got off the truck. First light Academy was arranged at the western piece of the Academy Sector. It offered courses in different teaches and was positioned the fifth among twenty or so foundations in Morante City and ninth among every one of the institutes on the Grindia Continent. A sculpture of a young lady who looked around twelve to thirteen years of age killing a tremendous mythical serpent with a jeweled sword should have been visible at the entry. This courageous little youngster was the Dawn Goddess Loria. She is the little girl of Singwa, the divine force of light, sun and war, and Daphlyn, the Silvermoon Goddess. In the Grindia mythos, it wa

He just didn’t care to try and find her. He is the Lycan king. He could turn the world upside down if he wanted. He didn’t do it because he didn’t want to, not anything. “I’m Xander.” I hesitate for a moment before I turn. He didn’t mention his title. That too is a surprise. And I hate surprises. “Daya.” I accept his outstretched hand. Immediately, I feel a spark of electricity go up my arm and I freeze. He does too, then he breathes out. Almost like heaving a sigh of relief.

He cautiously approached Bolt, and asked, "My lord, are you alright?" "Leo, you're just in time! You must remember this from now on! Our guild owes Mr. Lester a great debt that we can't repay! Even if it means we all die, we must obey him!" Bolt's expression turned stern as he issued his command forcefully. "Understand?" Leo couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What? My lord, a-are you sure?" Weren't they here to kill Frederick? How did it turn around so drastically, with Thundercloud Guild, including Bolt, now following Frederick's orders?

Liam swept the green dragon battle robe over his shoulders, and the embroidered creature seemed to stir to life. With each movement of the fabric, the dragon appeared to soar through stormy skies, commanding and fierce. At once, Calum and the armed warriors bowed deeply before Liam, then garbed in the symbol of his authority, and they cried out with reverence, "We, your loyal followers, salute you, Commander-in-chief of Pendragon!" Liam, adorned in a battle robe with a majestic green dragon and golden patterns, seemed to transform before their eyes. He exuded the commanding presence of the Chief of Pendragon, like a legendary God of War ready to shake the heavens and earth.

It was a testament to the awe-inspiring reputation and charisma that surrounded Leori and Robin. Unbeknownst to them, a dark figure lurked in the shadows of the night club. Lord Zeus, a sworn enemy, had caught wind of their presence. He saw this as a golden opportunity to strike at Leori while he was vulnerable, without the protection of his loyal army. With a malevolent glint in his eyes, Lord Zeus signaled his men to create chaos and disruption. As Leori and Robin entered the club, the air crackled with excitement and anticipation. The pulsating music and flashing lights embraced them, blending seamlessly with the rhythm of their footsteps. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, their a

"And I don't share my belongings." Cedrik's growl echoed through the hall, causing the lord to recoil, surprised by the virulence of the reaction. Isolde, seated at the center of the horseshoe-shaped table, observed the scene with a gleam of malignant triumph in her eyes. She saw what the other lords felt: the heir to the throne was losing control of his facade because of an inferior creature.

“Earthlian Folium.” “Earthlian is king of the Kingdom of Autumn, the fourth in their royal line. He is married to Vasiliane, who has given him,” I had to think for a moment, “three children, the eldest, Erik, is betrothed to your sister Ignisia.” I looked down at my hands. “The Kingdom of Autmun is our best ally. Earthlian wants to be big and strong; he’s very proud, and therefore has difficulty when others disagree with him.” “Correct,” he smiled at me. “Lusias Inverno.”

Lord Drogo was seated in the very first seat close to the King's throat, lord Armand,lord Molocbai, Viscount Magnus Lestat, Lord Vittorio, and Emiel Velkan were there with so many other lords. They were all wearing blue robes with golden embodiments on them, their hair was long and close to their waistline, and they backed it in a bun. Rhysand's gaze wept to Prince Ollivander who was sitting on the right-hand's throne close to the king. Sensing his gaze on him, Prince Ollivander adjusted nervously on his seat while averting his gaze elsewhere. Prince Thibor was sitting amongst the lords, sitting close to the general of the south.