Sekke Dark Lord Novels & Stories

"That was the only thing I could think of. I mean, I know you're obviously in love with my sister. It wouldn't be long before...." "Hold that thought",Kendrick interrupted. He had no plan of talking about sex with Xavier. Not in another life time. "We didn't have sex. And it's something more serious than that". "What happened?" "Serena has the darkness in her",Kendrick said. The darkness was a deadly power, more deadly than the black magic. If not banished, it would consume the carrier and wreck serious havoc in the whole realm. The darkness has never been found in any of the astral creatures and now, it had taken the body of the chosen one. Kendrick had noticed it the moment Serena looked i

“The one beneath your father’s chamber. If any secrets still remain, they’ll be there.” His expression darkened slightly. “No one has stepped foot in that crypt in decades. Not even Vuk. But if it means justice… I’ll open the gates myself.” A sudden knock on the door made them both tense. Draven was at the door in a heartbeat, yanking it open. Vuk stood there, his usually playful face etched with seriousness. “We have a problem,” Vuk said simply. Draven’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of problem?” Vuk’s voice dropped. “Scouts just returned. Kael’s forces are gathering. Not just Red Moon wolves—he’s pulled rogues into the mix too. He’s preparing for something... big.”

"My father’s era is over. This is my rule now, Alpha Abee." His eyes locked onto mine, intense and unyielding, reflecting a mix of disbelief and disdain. "You, of all people, must realize you're deceiving yourself," he countered fiercely. "The werewolves are clearly seeking vengeance for the years of atrocities we’ve committed against them. And believe it or not, they have an insider. Someone among us has been exposing our vulnerabilities and delivering them directly to our enemies. So, stop lying to yourself, Malik, and impose the chaos you're known for."

"The warlord. I'm looking for him." He stared for a second, then burst out laughing again. "You really are drunk, aren't you? How many bottles did you steal from the cellars?" My throat tightened. "What do you mean?" "Darius Venn's been dead for centuries," he said, still smiling. "You only hear stories about him now. They teach his tyranny in schools. You must be new here if you don't know that." His words slammed into me, dull and heavy. "Dead?" I repeated. "He just—he just killed me moments ago."

The whispers claimed she was as old as the castle itself, a relic of the Lunaris Pack's darkest days. The Dark Seer was said to commune with the spirits of the ancient ones, those who had delved into the deepest, most forbidden aspects of magic. She spoke in riddles and prophecies, her words twisted and incomprehensible to those who were not attuned to the darkness. And the Overlord, Jackson Forger, hung on her every word as if they were divine truths.

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,

Zelina's (Hydra) voice brought Aragorn back to reality. "Who is Dark?" Lucifer asked. "The former God of the moon, the one Zia fought and killed. He, like Zia, was also reborn." Hydra answered. "He is the king of darkness and demons." Amaya chips in and smirks, staring inside the dark pit. "But we are getting you out, let's see if you can defeat him and regain the kingship from him." "Don't test me Amaya," Lucifer said with a growl. "I have been in here for years, this Dark of yours cannot survive the heat in here. Do it now quickly, suck out my soul. I can sense two of the holy ones coming." he added.

"THE DARK LORD" The Dark Lord is the Lord of Chaos and Destruction, proprietor of the Underworld, as well as the primary patron of Witchcraft. He is the original and oldest and most powerful of the demonic legions, and his origin is to be found in the angelic hosts. His total possession showed evil imbalances, making possible a blend of the two intrinsic personalities inside the vessel.

Therak asked grimly. The seer formed an imaginary grin that it showed on his void face. “We unleash the Hellhounds, they would track and bring in the dagger.” The seer replied and chuckled evilly, his chuckling echoing throu PREVIOUSLY ON DARK FORCES “We start now and I need to teach you the control of ice” Zarnak said as he folded his hands together and ice flames emited from his hands. NOW ON DARK FORCES The night breeze was strong as it blew past me with each minute, my servant walked down the hall of darkness as he bowed down before me.

He was the Dark Wolf, the ancient Lycan born to destroy the universe. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized the true nature of the Dark Lord. He was a monster, a creature of destruction and chaos. And I was drawn to him, bound to him by some unseen force. Callista's grip on my hand tightened, as if she sensed the turmoil brewing inside me. "Avery, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice low and concerned. I took a deep breath, trying to process the revelation. "The Dark Lord," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "He's the Dark Wolf. And I'm drawn to him, Callista. I don't know why, but I am."