My Lord And Savior Novels & Stories

The subordinate straightened his body and bowed respectfully toward the north three times in succession, his expression exceedingly deferential. Then he turned to look at Alexander, chest out, head held high, exuding an air of dominance. "When you hear this, it might scare you to death. In Wyverna, there is Lord of War, who stands on equal footing with the ruler of Wyverna, commanding countless strong warriors and a million soldiers!" "No one knows his real name. Ordinary people only know his title, the Lord of the Temple of War, which terrifies the whole world. He is Larry's backing!"

I replied politely. Before the ceremony started, I had to ask. "Dorian... where is the former Prince now?" Alexander's face grew complex and grave. He led us to a quiet alcove. "He started a foundation called 'Light of Redemption' in the border forests of northern Canada. It protects and rescues outcast supernaturals. Homeless wolf pups, lone vampires, cursed witches... anyone abandoned by mainstream supernatural society."

She muttered not ready for any bad news. "Host, you really need what I have to say for your Mission" AI3 persuaded her to listen. "What is it?" Rose felt like whatever it is she will hear it sooner or later, so it's better to he mentally prepared. "What I want to say is that, In this world the lord god is the Villian. He is Blackened and Dangerous. Not only that you are bound to the plot of this world, things will happen even if you don't want them to happen " AI3 explained everything to her.

the creators voice boomed all around the celestial realm as all angels stood before him with their heads bowed. "My lord undergoing reincarnation involves being mortal and living in the body of the same body I birth like a father living in the body of the son,and of this happens I shall rise as the Demon Hybrid the prophecy said would unite the Deon Kingdom with other kingdoms my lord.i can't bear to leave heaven my lord" Marcus answered with bowed head as no one dares look the creator in the face.

“Proud of you, bro.” “What can I say? I have the best life.” He looked at Pyke, then to me. “And I will never doubt you will have the best in life as I am if you would only swallow your hubris. Besides, look at you right now. You have almost everything a man can ask for, except the most important missing piece to complete you that money can’t buy. Come on, milord, just get off your high horse already.” “You must be my son’s friends from the States.” Mama walked in to welcome my only guests.

"The God whom we honor and worship is alive! As we have no ability to reach Him in heaven, let us humble ourselves and offer our self, open our heart, mind, and soul to meet Him through faith in our Lord, who is a spirit and descended from heaven. Jesus Christ, our Lord, is alive and His spirit is with us right now because He took on human form, dwelt among us, bore the penalty for all of our sins, died on the cross, rose from the dead, and ascension to heaven to prove that He is a loving God who desires for us to be with Him. Therefore, Jesus Christ, our Lord, is alive and His spirit is with us right now. Let's start singing a song of adoration and praise to Him, Alleluia!”

Lylah and Shay froze, their heads snapping towards the speaker. Lord Girad, Lylah’s father, stood in the doorway, his huge, bulky frame almost obscuring the entirety of the whole door, his face a thunderous mix of suspicion, disapproval and anger.

Even though they are not blood related, his mom treats them like her own son. Well, Amadeus treats them like his own brothers. While for his dad, everyone insisted on calling him ‘sir’ as a sign of respect. Afterall, he was a mafia boss before he passed his line to Amadeus. His father was once part of a powerful mafia organization in the world, and his father was not just ‘part’ of that organization, he was one of the key leaders. He manages a lot of mafia organizations in every part of the world. Though, despite the powerful background, there are still those people who are greedy enough to spill a blood just to get what they want—power.

A shape I knew like breath. I arched a brow. “And who is this elusive savior?” He hesitated, like saying the name too loudly might summon him. “He is the Lycan King —” “Lucian BloodyMoon.”

" By the power vested on me by the Church in the name of our Lord Jesus, evil soul, show yourself. I command you. By the power of Jesus Christ, show yourself, evil one. from me." She started screaming with pain and yelled at him. " Aagghhhhhhh" He didn't stop for a minute. "Tell us, who are you? In the name of our Lord, I command you, show yourself. Take a seat. Who are you? Tell us. What do you seek? In the name of our Father, reveal yourself. Our Father, who art in Heaven hallowed be thy name." " Thy Kingdom come,