Romans & histoires Shackled The Lord Series

His shirt is soaked with blood as he screams, "Hurry, Raymond!" Jude is struck by the lord's charging claws, which tear his arm. "Jude!" He grins fiercely and bloodily as I scream, my light faltering. He yells, "Go on!" as the lord is slammed back by shadows. The seal begins to form—a glowing circle on the altar, trapping Calix's essence—as I push harder, the light burning white-hot. Like it senses it, the lord screams and intensifies its attack, spreading its claws all over the place. Blood pools beneath Dante as he plunges in, shadows pinning its arm.

It never happened, but someone finally fed them a live soul, which lent them the strength to emerge in a place like this without worries. To their surprise, someone was stupid enough to offer Landon as a sacrificial offering. They would never dare to have any funny ideas about him. Meanwhile, Divine Shackles recognized him for what he was and locked him up. He remained bound for seven to eight days, but he hadn't done anything out of sorts; instead, he behaved like an ordinary human. However, that was most certainly not the case. Landon might not have done anything, but that didn't mean the evil beings could do something to him.

We took a few turns, not so sure but we walked for about four minutes in the same building. And we got to our final destination, he pushed me on the shoulder so hard that I fell on my knees with my hands cuffed behind my back. "Here we are boss" I heard the big guy say. Ruffling sounds, and then a voice spoke. "Take off the off and chain her to the bars". "Yes boss" he did as instructed. My hands chained up over my head in iron bars. A hearty laughter could be heated as the man approached me. His shoes clicked against the floor in a harsh rhythm. Then I felt a hand against the back of my head. He loosened the knot from the blind and threw it on the ground. My view became blurry again.

This made the Kingdom more orderly and reduced corruption by the nobles by half. Not only that, Kinsley, who is a pure-blood vampire, wants to wake Abigail back. Using his blood and power, he intends to perform the forbidden ritual of the whole blood moon to wake Abigail from her long slumber by sacrificing the reincarnated soul of Abigail.

Then I sealed it off with a spell, which can only be broken by a half Dogmarian and a half Shalonian. We left as we came, unseen. During the war, Batistar and Shadock fought so fiercely. Their wrath for each other was unmatched. Batistar was a very strong man, but Shadock was an opportunist and a cunning fellow. Along the line, Batistar stepped on a stone and fell on his back. Then, Shadock got an upper hand, stepping on Batistar's chest, he said, " The blade of a brother..." And in that instant, he beheaded Batistar.

Shawn repeated confused, the last thing he should be called was Lord. The Majordomo curtsied then looked at him, “Yes, you have been appointed the title of Lord and Master by Prince Aldridge and you will be serving as his personal guard for the rest of your life.” “Me? Why?” Shawn asked utterly dumbfounded.

Did he expect me to praise him? “You know what, shades guy” he pointed at my chest with his fingers “Are you on something dude?” I frowned. The guy thought I was being timid, he grabbed my shirt and pulled me from my leaning position. I was rather grateful that I wore shades because the way I felt red haze cover my eyes, the guy would run out of fright. “Am I on something? Are you asking me if I’m on something? Are you serious?” the guy chuckled then sniffed releasing me from his hold

"So, she has twice the size. Is it okay for you to be in here?" Everyone looked at each other while Shadow and Mira had an eye contest. Mira had asked the one question the others wanted to ask but didn't dare to. "The High Lord placed a seal on me," Shadow said, showing his arm where the binding vow marks were. "It's a temporary solution, but I won't be affected by any of this for now."

Sephora didn't need to look over her shoulder to know where those bolts of lightning came from, and waited until Lady Valda had her fair share of pain unleashed on the Lord of Shadows. The bolts disappeared as easily as they'd appeared and the dark Lord slumped further on his knees, panting heavily and hot blood dribbling from his mouth and nose - he spat the crimson plasma onto the rocky ashen ground. Slumping his shoulders, broken and defeated. But it wasn't over. Not yet.

But my hands were no longer commanding my steel. My right arm raised slowly, completely independent of my free will, my fingers curling into a clawed, predatory stance as hellish flames enveloped my leather gauntlets. On my brow, the smoking, blackened bone crown of the Ashen Lord fully materialized, its dark weight absorbing the remaining white-gold starlight in the room. "You cast my shadow back into the Rift once, Eclipse Queen," the Ashen Lord said through my lips. "You mistook exile for victory. This time... I return wearing flesh. The Northern pack... has a new master, High Queen."