Shackled The Lord Series Novels & Stories

The sun dipped below the horizon, leaving behind an eerie silence, broken only by the distant echo of shackles and the haunting memory of a ruler's merciless decision. The lords were taken aback by the horrendous act before them, yet, as always, their courage failed them, leaving them mute and unable to utter a single word. Erick stood up from his imposing iron throne and exited the room, leaving the lords and councilors alone in his wake. The tension in the air was palpable, a reflection of the unease that had settled among them. Lord Harrington cleared his throat, his eyes casting furtive glances around the room as if seeking support. "Gentlemen," he began tentatively, "we cannot simply st

“Depends, who’s asking.” The man tilted his head, studying me like I was something displayed in a shop window. “My lord requires your presence.” I let out a sharp laugh, though it sounded thinner than I liked. “Right. And I require another drink and a good lay, but you don’t see me dragging strangers off the street. Why don’t you run back to your lord and tell him I’m busy?” I stepped back, ready to turn the corner and leave this creep in the shadows where he belonged, but I didn’t make it two steps. A sharp, stunning blow slammed into the back of my head. The world lurched violently, my knees buckled, and I went down hard.

The chateau had been standing there for ten generations without collapsing but now it's nothing more but an abandoned building. "A new Lord assumed control over Emberfalls days after your family's demise, isn't that right?" Nikolai asked as we drove into town. We had touched down into the UK after an eight hours flight. "His name's Lord Richard," I answered. "He's been in a long-standing political conflict with my father for years over the kingdom's ownership." Nikolai lit up a cigarette. "Tell me what happened after that night?" I turned to stare at Nikolai. "Lord Richard falsely accused me of murdering my family. He denied me a trial to prove my innocence. Instead he locked me away in his

**Cassandra's POV** "Bind her and tie her to the horse!" he ordered through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on me, full of hatred. A large brown wolf, marked by a scar crossing his left eye, threw the shackles to the ground. Other men hurried to put them on my wrists. The moment my hands touched the cold metal, I felt a searing pain, as if my skin were burning. I took a deep breath, biting my lower lip to stifle a scream. The shackles were polished silver, and I knew the walk to the pack would be long and excruciating. Under the scorching sun, the silver would burn my skin until it was raw.

There are a few bodies scattered around, but I can't tell who they are. My eyes land on the king, his white wolf pinning another to the ground before ripping out their throat. His brother's wolf is nearby, fighting someone else entirely. His black form moves like a shadow as he snaps the spine of another shifter. I can't tell where Elric or his pack are. And I can't tell who's f*cking winning. My shoulder twinges with pain. I glimpse down at it. One of Elysia's teeth had managed to find a gap in my armor. There's a tear in my shoulder and I can't tell how deep it goes.

“The Veil’s maker, the city’s lord. You’ve carried my shard, my lock, my spark. Now, bring it home.” The bond roared, Lucian’s hand on my arm, his voice fierce—“She’s not yours!”—but the Architect smiled, and the shards *moved*, not attacking but *weaving*, their claws forming a cage, not around us but the dagger, its light dimming, the mark pulsing faster, his voice pulling at me, not like her but deeper, older, promising truth. “I’m not your pawn,” I said, slashing the dagger at the cage, its light flaring, scattering the shards, but they reformed, faster, their hum deafening, the spiral glowing brighter, the throne closer, his eyes swallowing me.

It looked painful, but at least it stopped the bleeding. He had probably taken the cuffs from my dungeon; I recognized them. The shackles locked an immortal’s abilities no matter what species they were, making them as weak as a human. Her illusion fell as she cried out as the mark on her neck was revealed. “No… no… no.” she shook her head attempting to cover it with her hair, but it was too late the mark had been seen by everyone. I refused to live without her. She shouldn’t have used the little magic she had to hide it.

he shouts, landing a cut across the lord’s chest, cracking the mask further. Ardyn flanks, magic weaving a cage around the lord, green chains tightening. “End this!” he calls. Zane hurls a dagger, embedding in the lord’s shoulder; he stumbles, shadows weakening. I channel Cillian’s full power, runes glowing on both palms. “Together!” I scream, unleashing a kinetic storm, force waves slamming the lord, shattering his mask to reveal a scarred, twisted face. Kaelen strikes, sword piercing his chest; Ardyn’s magic burns through, emerald flames consuming him; Zane’s final dagger hits his throat.

She shouldn't be turned on by his voice especially when her life was at risk. She blinked innocently with a nod. "Yes, my lord." Her voice shook against her throat as the words left her mouth. He grabbed her hair and instead of her being angry or scared, she found herself melting into his hold, and when her knees hit the ground. She melted completely as pleasure pull into her core.

I stretch, reaching my hands above my head and rotating my neck, hearing the ever so familiar crack as it releases the tension look down and see the familiar shine of silver around my wrists, and I sigh. It's been six years since that day, and only mere weeks after the incident, these shackles were put on as punishment. I'm bound with silver, which has over time, locked away my wolf side - including the consciousness of my wolf, Seles. It's been ages since I could hear her in my mind, and I've missed the company of her every single second. We worked so hard to be what we were, and now we've been reduced to nothing because I failed to protect the Alpha and Luna.