Shackled The Lord Series 소설 & 이야기

"Lord Shane! Lord Shane!" a dark-haired guy came shouting at a tall and serious man that was contemplating the moon through the window, with the hands on his pockets. They were inside of an old and abandoned warehouse outside of the city, where their pack lived. Lord Shane was their leader and they were a band of rogue wolves that thought they were better and stronger than most of the other wolves. They didn't care about any rules and always did what they wanted. Shane was a young man with blonde hair, green eyes and a face full of scars. His presence was terrifying and it was almost like the place got colder every time he arrived.

Humans may not be as powerful as the immortals, but their sheer numbers would be impossible to defeat. "We're asking you to begin collecting your own army. Track Lycaon and clean up the messes he's bound to make. Dwindle his numbers until you're confident you can defeat him. Then bind him with silver and bring him to us. He draws most of his power from the wolves bound to him, so each kill will weaken him," said the balding vampire. "We agree to provide you with all the resources you need," the strawberry-blonde added. "Right now, most of the loyal guards have been dispatched in similar missions," she said, nodding slightly at Empusa, then Sekhmet, indicating the two former guards now standi

From the indigo-black silk wrapping the sarcophagus, a figure manifested. He did not walk; he Unspooled. He was a being of Silver-Grey Static and Liquid Despair, his face a shifting blur of every "Prophet" who had ever lied in the name of the goddess. He held a Sickle of Drowned Starlight, its blade etched with the extraction-rates of every cycle since the First Day. It was the Lord of the Shroud, the High Council’s final butcher.

"Put it on me." Lucian’s voice was a low vibration, barely audible over the lashing rain. Phineas stared at the heavy silver band in his palm. It was cold. Brutally heavy. The "Silk Shackles" weren't a metaphor anymore; the polished metal glinted with a cruel, mocking light against the gray sky. He looked down at the man who had turned the ballroom into a slaughterhouse just hours ago. Lucian was knee-deep in the freezing muck of the border, his broad shoulders hunched, his head bowed.

Shadow creatures poured through the breach, followed by something that made my soul recoil in terror. A Shadow Lord strode into the chamber, its form shifting between dimensions. Behind it walked a familiar figure that made my heart sink. Lord Ravenclaw, but not as we had last seen him. His body was wreathed in shadow magic, his eyes glowing with borrowed power. "Did you really think it would be that simple?" he asked, his voice layered with unnatural harmonics. "That you could perform your little ritual without interference?" "Ravenclaw," Prince Kael snarled. "You should be dead."

"The city lord had invested a huge sum of money on inviting a forging grandmaster to make these God-imprisoning Shackles. How could they be crushed like dough?" "Oh my god, is this young man a god?" "Maybe you should be tortured by these devices. I think vicious women like you often used them to torture those innocent people." As Ding Hao took a step forward, the shackles on his ankles broke with a click. "You..." When the sixth miss came back to life, she looked pale. She turned into a stream of light and was about to escape. As Ding Hao waved his hand gently, an invisible force surged out. Although the sixth miss had escaped to the door, she was pulled back by the invisible force. She stru

“But you will be the last.” Before I could react, he nodded to his men. The taller one stepped forward, his hand outstretched as if to grab me again, but Carter was faster. He pulled me close, stepping between me and the thug, his body like a shield. His movements were swift, calculated, and with a precision that left no room for hesitation.

“Say that again, and I'll take you and send you back to your family in pieces!" “I'm sorry, My Lord." He bowed his head and sat down. The only man I could tolerate, who was the chief Elder and also my father's right hand man, Elder Lewis stood up and came forward. “My Lord, we mean no harm. All we're saying is that, it's never been heard in our history, that a wolf was mated to a human. That's all." “Well, it's happening. In fact, it's already happened, so you all should deal with it."

S) Well I guess, you learn something new every time, Beastmen Beavers seems kinda interesting, I hope there's a bit of them left, I kinda hope to be able to see them. "That makes sense Paul, warden holds the key to all catacombs…so even in undead form, it plausible that the warden becomes the lord…Bar, what do we do to the lord for the shackle to be unbound?..". "I guess the same as everything…kill it..". (Bar) "That's sound easy!…then Paulie~ where's the warden office?..".(Mina) Mina casually slings back her Ak-47 to her back, and pulled out her giant battleax, from her dimensional ring.

Clara paced the floors of Lord Stapleton's manor in a frenzied manner, unable to see or think straight. Her friend and lover had disappeared almost a day ago, and the search team had not reported anything in the last several hours. What was left of the logical part of her mind knew that Shane, her vampiric lord, master, and friend was doing the right thing, diverting only the resources that he could while keeping his eye on the major prize, namely his enemy in Savannah, one Lord Lacroix. Lacroix had defied his elder lord, the Tribunal, and just about everyone in his quest for power, and was now connected with the evil morning star drug trade. And to Clara, the only thing that mattered was th