روايات وقصص ضمن Lord Seventh

"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!”

Do you know who I am? Matthias stared at Alden, his eyes filled with cold, murderous intent. Under that gaze, Alden's voice faltered, fear overwhelming him. "The Stoermer family? Three thousand elite soldiers? Hah!" Matthias' voice was hoarse, his face twisted in rage. "So you know about the chaotic warzone? Have you heard of the Legion of the Unbreakable? "I am Matthias Lowell, the leader of the Legion of the Unbreakable! People call me Lord Matthias!"

She stepped out of bed to open the door, only to see a strange male standing on the other side of the thick bars. He slowly removed his hood, revealing his face and Lylah stared at the familiar male with a blank expression. “You're Lylah Greystone,” he said. “And you're one of the Lords of the Emissaries,” she muttered. “Yes. I'm Lord Atheon, Lord of the North,” he stepped closer—nearly crossing a dark border line. “Careful,” Lylah warned. “Many have died crossing that.” Atheon glanced down at the black line that stretched across the floor.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

"I've been looking forward to this." His hand was cool. His grip was exactly calibrated not too firm, not deferential. The grip of someone who had spent centuries reading what hands communicated and had decided to communicate ease. "Lysander Vale," she said. "I know who you are." "I imagine you do." His eyes moved briefly to Caspian, then back to her, with the quality of someone noting a chess position. "My cousin has excellent taste." "Is that what I am?" Nora said. "Taste?"

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

"Gather the packs for training. Next time, I am leading." George gazed at me strangely. For the first time, he did not only defy my order but also challenged me."You think we weren't doing our best, isn't it? Well if you must know, there is another red dragon, which looks exactly like the Dragon Lord. It's stronger and more powerful. His fire reaches at least two hundred werewolves. You have a lot to do if you want to continue this fight and I think that this whole revenge plan of yours isn't worth it."