Shackled The Lord Series Novels & Stories

"Lord Ralph is getting weaker. He is not the lord I used to know. Imagine letting a human talk back at him and go free. Since when did he hear, please? I bet they will question his capability once this gets out to the council." I did not know what she was going on about, but she grabbed me by the collar and shoved me into a door, which pushed back as my head hit it. I fell into a bright room, crashing to the ground, and squeezed my eyes shut for a while to remain conscious.

“I was hoping you would do that. This is a telescopic bar. It can elongate but will not shorten unless you know where to push.” I started panicking. I was immobilized with my legs spread wide—an invitation for my tormentor. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. I stiffened. The dark lord moved closer, pulled the sheets from under me, and covered me with them. “Don’t be afraid,” he said with that same smirk on his face as he walked to the door.

KHLOE Outside the moon was round, perfect for everyone of her heightened Werewolf senses. As the shackles that been the soul of her wolf captive for more than weeks fell the ground, the animalistic side of her roused in strength of finally being freed The guard was distracted by trying to strangle the other maid and he was doing a good job at it but the maid appeared to be putting up the fight as she struggled with him. She stared past the guards shoulder and in her blurry vision she saw the beast and widened her eyes in shock.

Marco didn’t want it to be easy, he wanted to capture the Mafia lord by himself and bring him in like every other criminal, he wanted the world to watch as he dragged their paper philanthropist and Business icon through the mud and into a prison room, which was the only way he could heal from the damage of getting defeated once by this man. But for that, he needed help, he needed more eyes out there and since he couldn’t trust his men on the inside, it dawned on him that he would have to beat the bad guys in their own game. He needed eyes on them just like they had on him. Now he could avoid spilling his plans to them and also know what they are up to.

He was fast enough to dodge it thanks to his senses as lord. “You can't take me down that easily you bitch, I'm lord now.” Minrad smirked, ready to go physical. This was his time to show Asha what he was made of and the things he could do as lord. Frost charged at him with another huge frozen ball that he dodged again by lowering his head but Frost pulled a smarter move, knowing Minrad would have moved his head in that direction. He pulled out a knife and pierced it through Minrad’s head.

The air around the Shard was so dense with energy that Aris’s hair began to glow with a soft, violet bioluminescence. ​“I’ve got a lock!” she screamed, slamming the Containment-Cradle onto the Shard’s base. “But the Shard is 'Tethered' to the Inquisitors! If I pull it, I’m pulling the 'Power-Cord' on their entire network! They’ll all collapse onto this coordinate!” ​“Do it!” Killian’s voice was strained, his shadow-form being torn apart by the Inquisitor’s "Logic-Claws." “We’ll hold the line! Just get that Shard to the Vault!”

Carefully, almost reverently, she takes my limp hand from where it rests against my thigh and gently guides me to my feet. The heavy ropes from the night before are gone, leaving me free to move my limbs without restriction. I can physically walk around now. Technically, the lack of bindings means I have the physical freedom to attempt an escape, but Archie is anything but foolish. He may have ordered the ropes removed from my wrists, but the heavily armed guards stationed right outside my door haven't moved an inch.

Kayden sat atop the platform with Vera in his arms. Vera gently pushed him away. Then, while holding a cup of dark red liquid, she walked over and offered it to me. She smiled innocently, saying, "Ella, this is a toast to all the warriors. You'd be disrespecting us if you don't drink it." The surrounding werewolves began to chant. "Drink! Drink! Drink! If you don't drink, you're disrespecting the Darkwind pack!" The liquor had a strangely sweet and fishy smell to it.

She had thought that after she faked her death and left Shaunterpolis, she would never have anything to do with Adam again. To think that she would end up reuniting with him online! On top of that, Adam was making himself seem so guilty and loving toward his “dead” wife. What right did he have to do that? Ginnie shut her eyes, calmed herself, and turned to Sirius. “It’s nothing. I was just daydreaming. What can I do for you?” Sirius said mysteriously, “Do you remember me telling you that I love drawing in my spare time?”

The realization of what he had done to his own child was the one force in the universe strong enough to destroy his madness. Thorin and Sevrin stepped forward from the shadow of the broken gatehouse, their heavy iron boots echoing against the stone. They carried thick, glowing silver shackles, magic-binding chains forged to suppress even the most ancient sorcery. Larry didn't resist. He didn't raise a finger. He didn't try to summon a single spark of dark flame. He just lay there on the cold ground, weeping hysterically, clutching Chelsea's boots and apologizing over and over again to his lost child as Thorin snapped the heavy silver cuffs around his wrists.