Sekke Dark Lord Novels & Stories

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

Vera clutched on Dominick's shirt, pleading him not to change his mind. Dominick was already burning with rage. "Who the fuck told you that you can open your mouth in front of the king? " He growled. "You are not my king. " Andrew spat. "Well, Now I am because you are under my mercy... Look around and you will find out" He smirked. He looked around and realised that his men has already surrendered. "You will bring the Russian mafia queen in my country and think I won't find out." He said. "We can have a deal... You hate Vladimir too.."

Meaning him, Seth and other gang leaders were being hunted- unfortunately Carter died in the chaos. I let out a shuddered breath when he finished explaining. He stopped walking and turned to me. "You will be alright, Selene." His voice was oddly calm, but it did little to soothe my fraying nerves. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words hung in my throat as the sounds of engines broke the quiet. Two cars and five motorcycles materialized out from the shadows, their headlights cutting through the night. They circled around us, blocking our path. The bikes and cars stopped, and one by one, the car doors opened, revealing men dressed in black. Even the men on the bikes dismounted, their movem

Oran’s cock was nothing compared to this monstrous thing. There is no way that is going to fit in my mouth. I stared at it, lips parted, breathing fast. A mix of fear and filthy excitement twisted in my belly. “What’s wrong, Mother?” Soren asked, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He stared down at me like a Greek god looking at a lowly mortal, silver eyes narrowed with pleasure and hips curled in a smirk. I licked my lips, trying to find words, but he grabbed the thick base of his cock and stepped closer until the heavy, throbbing head was just inches from my face.

"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."

Never could he imagine his life would turn upside down in the city of light and he would become someone wanted and loved by his fans. His dark past has always been a secret he buried deep in himself. Something between that period happened to Brandon which made him a man who he never wanted to become, And that mystery is yet to be revealed...

It had never crossed his mind that someone from Darshia could be so terrifying! "He's…so strong!" Zenoah's mouth widened in surprise and he wondered if he was mistaken. He originally thought that Zachariah, Sheila, and the others would die that day, but he did not expect that the young man who came in with his elder brother would have such terrifying strength. "Don't you dare kill me. You'll be dead if you do!" Jon retreated slowly with every step that Severin took toward him. Severin smiled coldly and said, "Hehe, this is Darshia, and Darshia is also known as Dracodom. Do you know why that is?"

Dark Lord called. Immediately the throne room door opened, and in came a guard in dark overall clothing. His head wrapped in dark scarf, left for only his eyes and nose that were visible. "You called, Lord supreme?" Storm said in a deep voice with a bow. "Feed them to the carrion wolves for all I care. But they should be far away from the Pack." Storm bowed slightly before proceeding to do as dark lord commanded. Deep within a restricted section of Crystal Pack territory, hidden from ordinary pack wolves, Dark Lord approached a figure wearing dark clothes, a mask, and dark boots.

“Your Aunt Sienna is very strong. She’s a powerful Eighth Stage Lord in the Dark World and is as strong as the Omnipotent Lord. “What?” Many people present listened in fright. The Dark World? A Dark Lord? The Illuminated World was fearful of the Dark World, and the words James spoke were ominous. Many people inadvertently retreated slightly. Sienna rolled her eyes and said, “Am I that scary? It’s not like I’m going to eat you guys.” James stood up and said, “Alright. We’re done here, guys. You can return to your respective affairs. I’ll see everyone in Mount Bane five hundred years from now.”

"A Dark Lord from the Western factions intervened? Those Dark Lords are at least a martial god-tier powerhouse. Reginald just endured an epic battle here in Holtrien. To be attacked by such a figure the moment he left the continent… the situation is grim." The faces of the department heads turned solemn. Nigel gritted his teeth. "Patriarch Donovan, which Dark Lord was it?" Donovan replied coldly, "The Gray Wolf, Kaelen Soros." Kaelan was the Dark Lord of the Western Werewolf Clan, one of the three major races in the Western dark factions. He held peak martial god strength, and "Gray Wolf" was his personal title. Additionally, Western Dark Lords generally held a natural physical advantage ove