My Lord And Savior Novels & Stories

"Not to mention your Guardian since you were born." Elize frowned. "What? You two of them?" "Your first Guardian, he can't bear your stubbornness, so Boss G has assigned me to you," said Lucian. "Boss G? Who is that?" Elize asked "He is Yahweh, Elohim, El Shaddai, Adonai, Elyon, Jehovah, Allah, El Roi, and Tetragrammaton. It depends on what humans called Him, but He is only one. He is the creator of heaven and earth, He is Boss G. " said Lucian

he said. She sneered. “What have you done to me and why is there a symbol like this?” she demanded an answer while showing the symbol on her chest. “That’s a sign that you are my bride-to-be. Hm… I will introduce myself once again. I am Lucifer, The Avatar of Pride, The Lord of Corruption. One of The Seven Lords from Hell.” His voice was firm. “Congratulations, Felenia. Now you won’t be able to run away from me,” he continued with a lopsided smile.

Even in my weakened state I'd still effortlessly take them out, with a little help from my wolf who had been dangerously quiet since I became conscious. I was led in heavy chains through the hallway to the throne room– a large room, painted gray adorned with wolf statues on either side of the room, a sculpture of what could pass as the moon goddess stood beside Luther's throne. "Alas!" Luther gestured with his hands. He was a large bulky man in his late twenties, jet black hair that fell across his shoulders, a scar that transcended across his left eyebrows that crinkled when he laughed. "Such a shame that you were brought to the Moomicrant in this state," I tried to control the anger that t

"They say he has lived for more than two millenniums now. Some even claim he is older than the biggest figure in Christendom!" "Who?" Blackwheel asked, furrowing his brows. "Jesus Christ!" "The savior of the Christians?" "That is him," Alberto replied proudly. "There are many sculptures scattered in Italy in honor of him. His apostles has even been honored too, for years now, and they have been termed with different special names. Jesus Christ is a man who rarely comes in this world."

What they didn’t know was behind his angelic face and being the so-called Savior-of-the-country, he has a hidden character. Ethan is the most powerful Lord of all Mafias. They have branded him as ‘The Devil-Reaper.’ Known as the ruthless, merciless, and cold-hearted king who is a threat to everyone who wants to mess with him. He tortures people, kills them to seek justice, and even the government couldn’t do anything about it. To cover his identity Ethan usually wears a mask whenever he goes to their hideout. Only a few of them know his real identity as the CEO and the Mafia Lord, and they were Willard, his driver, and Austin Morris, his best friend, and right-hand man.

It was the statue of a man who stood with an axe in his hands ready to strike. Damian stared at the statue, his eyes turning redder than usual, "Arise from the stone, Simon" he said and suddenly, the statue started shaking and breaking off to reveal a person. The person dropped his weapon to stretch, when he turned hi s side, he saw someone who he was surprised to see. "Lord...Lord Damian?" the man called in disbelief. "Simon, it's been long" he smirked. The man, Damian addressed as simon quickly bowed to Damian, "Milord"

He kept on holding her in his arms, kissing her hair, caressing her back, trying to comfort her while he was still in shock from her words. A murderer, she's a fucking murderer! you have really done it this time Ian! His inner self was mocking him. The golden boy, the captain's favorite go-to guy was hoarding a killer.

"You have challenged the Most High to a strong battle that he can't refuse. You may not see him but I see him sitting on his large throne and looking at you from the heavens. He is glad that you have mentioned his name. He is happy that you are eager to see him manifest his powers. I want you to know that the being I serve is the creator of the heavens and earth. I want you to know that he is your creator and he has power over you. I want you to know that he has the power to decide whether you will live today or whether you will live tomorrow. I caution you in the name of the father, in the name of the son and in the name of the Holy Spirit. I caution you to speak good of the Lord and desist

I arched my brows in perplexity at his quick response. His expression of shock persisted for a while before he rapidly overcame it and took a deep breath. He shifted his attention back to me, and I could see the irritation and indifference in his eyes. "The Lord has not been around in a long time and will not be returning home anytime soon, I'll advise you not to be expectant." After saying those words, he quickly dashed away, closing the large doors and leaving me inside. "The Lord?" Why is he referred to as a lord?

“Him? What’s with the cryptic bullshit? Who the fuck is this ‘master’ you’re so busy kissing ass for?” He tilted his head, and then, something shifted in his eyes—a flicker of reverence. No… devotion. “Oh,” he whispered, smiling wide, “He who existed before time itself. The beginning and the end. He is the savior, the creator… the only true Alpha this world has ever known. And when he rises—” He smiled even brighter, like a man who’d glimpsed paradise. Then— A blinding light erupted from nowhere, so fierce it devoured the room.