Shackled The Lord Series Novels & Stories

"Dorian! Help!" A scream shattered the quiet dawn. Dorian and I had just stepped out of the castle, heading for the tower. Heaven's Needle. The desperate cry made Dorian freeze. "Cordelia?" He whipped around. A disheveled young vampire stumbled toward us. It was Myra, Cordelia's blood servant. "Your Highness! It’s bad! Lady Cordelia is losing it! Her bloodlust is out of control!" Myra cried. "She knows the Oath can't replace the Bond. She... she just snapped!"

"If we do not lock away The Shackled now, this entire continent will be an ocean of shadows before the next dawn." ​King Malakor nodded gravely, drawing a golden dagger from his belt. "Then let this contract bind us both. Half of my lifespan, as the first Lycan King of this continent, shall serve as the first chain." ​"And half of the power of my bloodline," Ysolde continued, "shall be the second. My descendants will bear the weight of this burden until one day, our blood matures enough to finish what we started this night." ​They sliced their palms, letting their blood drip together onto the altar’s carvings, which erupted in a blazing red light.

I had paid a fortune to the witch coven for this parchment. The ancient rule was absolute: a pact between a thrall and their master could only be broken by the master's own blood. Before he could even look at the parchment, his phone rang. Ophelia’s panicked crying came through the speaker. "Bastian! My castle’s wards are broken! A rival clan is attacking! I’m so scared!" Bastian tensed up instantly, pure concern in his eyes as he stood up. "Don’t panic. I’m on my way."

I burst into their apartment and came to a hard stop. In the living room, Cairh Moirant's family was seated amongst others and right there in the middle was Cairh, holding onto the hand of the beautiful redhead female next to him, Anya. My heart stopped. Anya? She was nearly pack royalty... her father was Beta to the recently deceased Pack Alpha. I stared at their entwined hands as I stepped forward, my chest hurting so much it felt like my heart was bleeding itself out of my body. "Cairh... what is going on?" My voice shook despite my resolve to remain strong.

And I was the last key. The vision shattered, leaving me gasping, my hand pressed to the cavern floor. The Shadow loomed above me, his expression unreadable but those gray eyes burned with triumph. “You see it now,” he whispered. “The truth you were never meant to know. The blood that runs in you carries my cage. Break it, and I am free. Strength beyond the gods. Fire beyond the stars. Yours to wield beside me.” Mirek thrashed in his chains, blood streaking his arms. “Don’t listen to him, Serena! He twists everything

To not imagine hauling her onto his lap in front of the entire class— “Malick.” The sharp voice of Professor Thorne pulled him back. “Would you care to share with the class what elemental traits make a familiar incompatible with shadowbinding?” All eyes turned to him. “…Uh.” His voice cracked. “…If they’re infused with celestial light or any kind of angelic resonance, they’ll… short out the bind and explode.” Silence stretched. Then Thorne nodded. “Correct. Though perhaps next time you could deliver your answer with less… panic.”

She leaned against the trunk of a massive oak, her eyes glazed as she watched dust motes dance in the light. "We are not alone." Sloane drew his dagger. The shadows between the trees shifted. From the woods ahead, Balthazar stepped into the clearing. Vane and Kael flanked him. "Seeing you so helpless is good to see." Balthazar's jaundiced eyes scanned the tattered remains of Sloane's shirt greasy stains, charcoal, dried blood. "To think I was replaced by a dog who looks lost searching for a bone." Sloane did not move. He held up his right wrist. The golden Shackle glowed with an angry, rhythmic amber light.

Duke sighed heavily. Show me what you got. Duk says that the lord of the shadows, or people, must be killed. Alud says. Brook-ta-man. He looked closely at the werewolf. - We will not touch Elise, but the Lord of the Shadofs, and with the most ancient, I think these charms will help us. the vampire says, opening the bag and showing the artifacts. The werewolves stare, not understanding what the vampire brought. Duk drew attention to the large stones in the necklace.

If she could manage to win this man over, even just a little, then things might shift in her favor. “Yes, my Lord,” Arianna said, keeping her voice calm and respectful. “But what I do not understand is why I’m clad in these shackles.” She held out her hands, the clacking sound echoing softly. “We don’t know what kind of power swirls within you, so we had to take precautions,” Lord Merek replied. His voice was neither soft nor cold—measured, rather. “I believe it wasn’t necessary, my Lord, as I pose no threat,” Arianna responded.

The lord was really vexed if she let out the most dreadful laughter freely. (All: Erk!) Although Shadow wasn’t with them, they could picture her angry laughter. The voice ironically echoed to the sky, instilling fear within them. It didn’t matter if they were from the same side, the horrendous laughter emitted by their lord was something they couldn’t scoff off easily. Run, run, run away, Go away from me, Foolery, foolery, foolery, Lead you to the cliff. Lets, lets, lets, Let’s play to my heart's content,