Lord Seventh Novels & Stories

His lord stopped him. “A rioter is hiding in South Dragons. I want you to send your partner there. He has rebelled against my brother and the one who rebelled against my brother should be my partner.” The Lord said and the servant nodded before leaving. “How many enemies you've made? I thought you wouldn't come back, and I wouldn't have such a nice game with you. But look, you're back and I am delighted. The time will come soon, my dear brother,” saying this, The lord drank fresh blood kept in his glass because Lord didn't like cold blood at all.

THE LEGEND OF THE VIPER PROLOGUE There were so many ways one could celebrate their twenty first birthday but never had she ever thought it would be this way. Dressed in a black beautiful and exquisite robe with the huge vicious viper on the back, she walked slowly and confident down the aisle as she went to her throne. The hall was crowded with her followers, children to the hilt; all wearing their specific colors. Behind her the Oracle followed her. The only sound that was present was that of the drums being played. She finally arrived and stood there.

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

"He was moving faster than his shadow"Leo replied sternly and without sparing Taynor a glance, he walked out of the room. *IN THE KIGDOM OF DRASULE* "He is dead!"a deep husky and coarse baritone voice mentioned. He sat on his throne wearing a black cloak and his hair was red. A crown made with pure demon gold seated on his head for it had chosen him. "We should send more attacks my Lord!"a woman who stood beside him said. They were looking through a crystal ball.

That was when I noticed his left cheek was dripping blood from a deep gouge. Leda had tried to get her own back. I couldn’t be prouder. I grinned. “Oh look” Brandt drawled “The Lille Kong and his orange knight have come for their precious princess!” Still in her hospital gown, Leda was lying face down in front of the throne and I felt Lars edge toward her from my right. “Uh, uh, uh” Brandt wagged his finger at us. “You’re not quick enough to get up here Grimmor. I could snap your last connection to humanity’s neck with one stomp!” He stamped his foot to emphasise his point.

As he held the Dragon God's Token in his hand, it was as if he had seen the true body of the Dragon Lord and no one could resist. "Dragon God's Talisman?" The group of direct family members were all scared silly. The leader of the black-robed men looked at the terrified family members of the Hubson family and said coldly, "What? Do you want to go against the majesty of the Lord of Dragons?" "I don't dare, I don't dare!" Louis felt a chill run down his spine. Bang! The next second, Louis, the world's top 10 wealthy man in the world, knelt on the spot.

The British Lord stated coldly, “Speak!” Mr. Chardon pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and began, “British Lord, I happened to acquire a magic instrument in Aurous Hill today!”

“Keighley is an Old English name. Something like woodland. I am not sure.” “Do they drink beer or ale?” Xandry laughed. “I agree to disagree, though, but it sounds like a big deal to me because they have this title crest on their arms. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you are an adopted son of an English lord.” I shook my head. “Father was. I’m a bloody nobody.” “It’s good to get out behind the shadow finally, is it?” My gaze snapped to Sean, sitting in the barstool with Bash Hughes.

he added and almost whispering. Edwin stood a meter behind him, head bowed. “May this ritual work, Leon. And may your power and strength surpass anything after this.” I slapped a hand over my mouth. Was this some kind of ritual? Blood on the hand? Seventh month? None of it made sense to me. Leon wasn’t only a harsh alpha, he had deeper secrets, too. One thing felt certain, this was hidden for a reason, especially since my boss chose a spot nobody else could find.

“King Darius Vossarion of the Eternal Eclipse Kingdom.” The hall fell into a hush as the Lycan King entered. He was everything the legends claimed and more , towering well over six and a half feet, broad shoulders straining against dark royal robes edged in silver. Midnight-black hair fell to his shoulders, framing a face carved from stone: sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and piercing silver eyes that seemed to see straight through souls. Scars marked his exposed forearms and neck, badges of countless battles. An ancient eclipse tattoo glowed faintly on his chest where his robe parted. The moment his gaze locked onto Elara across the crowded hall, the true mate bond snapped into existence like a