Romans & histoires Shackled The Lord Series

But the problem was that Gordon was very smart and evil. Tudor believed that he should have been even more evil. There was no other way but to find Gordon's pack and attack them. He had to be able to withstand Gordon's attacks on his flock. While waiting for the next special slave to be ready for harvest. *** Sera walked calmly back to her room. But when she passed the research room, her steps stopped. Several bodyguards carrying a slave entered the room. The guards bowed respectfully when they saw Sera. "What's his name?" asked Sera.

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.

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."

“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

I growl, shaking my head, “But dying at the hands of a Nati isn’t exactly on my bucket list.” He leans forward, “I’m not just any Nati, Mae, I am their lord.” Lord? So, the Nati do have a hierarchy, just as my father always suspected, he’d be so happy to know that he was right. Not that I will be able to tell him anytime soon. “That changes things.” I say, rubbing my hand down my face. Mihai frowns, seemingly confused, “How does it change things?” He asks. I shrug my shoulders, leaning back against the cool glass, “It means that I will have to kill you before I escape.” I say coldly, “Can’t have a vampire lord chasing me for the rest of my life.”

It was time to unleash their ultimate weapon. "Pack, now!" Lucas commanded, his voice resonating with authority. In response to their alpha's call, the pack members sprang into action, their movements fluid and coordinated. While the Shadow Lord was momentarily distracted by Amelia's attack, the pack seized the opportunity. They skillfully surrounded him, encircling the Shadow Lord with a united front. Fierce growls erupted from their throats, a symphony of defiance against the overwhelming darkness that plagued their world. As one, the pack launched their assault. Claws and fangs clashed against the Shadow Lord's shield, an intense battle waged between light and dark, hope and despair. The