Novel & Cerita Shackled The Lord Series

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."

-- They shadowed the group all the way to the throne room, staying low to avoid detection. "Looks like Lord Asher is in the mood for a private performance," Lyra whispered, her eyes wide with curiosity. Zayla scoffed under her breath, not nearly as impressed by the idea. Despite her skepticism, they couldn't resist peeping through the window to see the spectacle unfold. Inside, Asher was slumped in his throne-like chair. His one hand were propped under his chin and his eyes were tightly closed, but his body language screamed tension, one finger was tapping rapidly against the armchair in a restless rhythm.

… Loki’s gentle voice: “Sister… I’m back.” … A timid woman’s voice: “Your Majesty… Lord Bode… has passed away.” … The chaotic shouts of a crowd: “Help! Help! Valhalla is on fire! Someone, please… help!” … Then came an abyss stretching infinitely downward. At the bottom were endless cages, damp and dark. A red-haired boy was shackled by chains weighing thousands of pounds. His body was covered in wounds and blood, his handsome face twisted as he looked up, frantically tugging at the iron chains with a clang:

He was a monster—huge, with hands that left bruises and a laugh that chilled my blood. I spent years under his thumb, a plaything for him and his men, my body a field for their cruelty. Every day was survival, every night a fight to keep some shred of myself intact. Then Damon came. Marcus’s empire clashed with the Lockwood Clan, a war of blood and bullets that ended with Marcus’s head on a stick—figuratively, at least. Damon’s men stormed the compound, and I’ll never forget the moment he found me: cowering in a corner, half-starved, my lip split from Marcus's last tantrum.

A matching pair of shackles secured my ankles, spreading my legs. I was splayed open. Vulnerable. Trapped. Clack. Clack. Clack. Footsteps echoed like a ticking clock, a countdown to my doom. I forced my heavy head up. Through my swollen eye, I saw the Royal standing before me, his red eyes glowing in the dark.

I don't know what I expected but it definitely wasn't him grinning—sharp, slightly extended canines flashing as his left cheek dimpled. “Now this is interesting.” He murmured breathlessly and I felt heat travel through my body and pool in the pit of my stomach. ******** JORDAN I watched amber coloured eyes flare—warm brown pupils dilating—as Shayla…well,Mazikeen,stared at me. I squinted, studying her as I felt her fiery energy curl around me then quickly withdraw. I'd felt it too as she stood behind me at that food stall the night before…that was why I thought she was one of my mother's minions.

Due to the sudden impact, he bent down a little but she failed to notice his grin. When your hands are bound, never trust your balance. And she understood the scientific words then and there. Anirudh might have lost his composure but he didn't forget his reflex. His hands tried to reach her but as he was already bent due to the kick he could only grip her lower region. "Bang."