Rise Of The Dark Lord Novels & Stories

The elders, the traitors, the murderers of his daughter none of them would live to see the fury of Vosvak Spade Il'Sharak. With every flap of his wings, he felt the earth tremble under him. The air itself howled in terror as he ripped through the world, unstoppable, unyielding. There was no going back now. No one could escape the fury of the new dark lord. The chains had been shattered. His soul was lost. And there was nothing left to do but set the world ablaze. "Let them burn," he snarled, his voice laced with an unending hunger. "Let all burn."

His skeletal hands gripped the arms of the throne. "It is time," he said his voice dripping with an evil so deep that it would make the evilest of men shudder. "Sire..." a whispering voice hissed "there is still the risk..." “I am the Dark Lord, and nothing will stand in my way, not this time. I will destroy them from within. This it is Ehlesaar who will all. I shall rise taking my rightful place and this kingdom……no this world will belong to me,” he hissed as the unseen bowed down to their Lord,

The Dark Lord's eyes widened in shock and pain, but before he could retaliate, King Edward stabbed him again, this time in the heart. The Dark Lord's body collapsed to the ground, his hold on the darkness broken forever. Exhausted but victorious, King Edward and I looked out over the battlefield. Our allies had perished, but we had saved the kingdom from the clutches of the Dark Lord. As dawn broke, we stood among the fallen, our hearts heavy with grief but our spirits unbroken.

the dark lord scoffed, “these cowards never cease to amaze me.” “It seems lady Sabrina here is his fated mate and he only realized that after selling her off,” Lincoln added. The dark lord turned to me. “In such a short period of time, you have become quite interesting. And since all of this is revolving around you, I will put you to good use. Come to my office by noon. I have a little task for you. Something that will determine if your mate is a wise or foolish man.”

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

As I was coming out, I ran straight into my second in command, Atticus. “What’s happening, Atticus? Why has the alarm been activated?” I asked. “It’s Deadly Nightshade. They are attacking us. They have a few dark witches with them as well. It looks like they have all their warriors as well. We are severely outnumbered. I have got Rebel rounding up women and children and getting them to the bunker. I have gathered our fighters, and General Axton is briefing them now. We are prepared for them, just outnumbered.” Atticus informs me.

Even the Dark Lord lowered his head and then turning towards his minions, uttered, " Secure the treasure as soon as you can and bring her to me. We are running out of time. It must be done at all cost. " Right after his statement, the Dark Lord grabbed one of his minions, slit his throat open and began drinking his blood as if his life depended on it. The others watched without any reaction. There was no resentment or sorrow or sympathy. Once the Dark Lord had satiated himself, he wiped his lips and smirked at the rest of them. " Rise my children. Let me replenish all of you like you replenish me each day. Soon we will rise beyond the need for this. Soon we will become the ultimate species t

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

Being a true blood meant the young alpha was not only stronger, he was faster more articulate with heightened sense, and healed faster than anyone else and by the age of 20, the young true blood excelled and was granted the title General. Currently, Daniel was in his room shrouded in an eerie silence, only the soft sound of chirping crickets could be heard. Daniel had his eyes fixed on a distant point as he let out a deep sigh. His chest rose and fell with the slow, frustrated breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his own annoyance. He rubbed his temples, as he felt the tension build up in his head. Who was that lady? Why did she have such a powerful effect on him? He co

The two of you are far stronger together than either of you could ever be apart. There was a ringing silence and Georgia was happier than ever that her instinct brought her here. “What was the color of the one who hunts you?” Abbi asked Hayden. “Black.” She sighed. “Then it is true. They have returned. The original Alphas that fled to the mountain were from a special bloodline. They were the strongest of all werewolves. They believe that they are destined to rule over man and wolf both. Their mission in life is to hunt and kill Lycans who they believe are their only natural threats. Because of their distinct black fur, they became known as the dark ones.”