Novel & Cerita Shackled The Lord Series

he fumed, his voice filled with a mix of anguish and betrayal. Thomas's heart sank, his eyes pleading for understanding, desperately attempting to quell Lord Zack's seething anger. "You must listen to me, my lord, for I speak the truth," he implored, his voice brimming with desperation. But his pleas fell on deaf ears. “Lock him up, and make sure he has nothing for company!,” he instructed them. The guards, quick to obey their lord's command, approached Thomas with stern expressions and strong grips. They finally had their chance to punish him for compelling their lord to show them the exit door. They forcefully dragged him away, leaving him in shackles, his fate seemingly sealed.

Lorist fell directly to the floor, attempted to get up, streaked two center fingers at Charade and left quickly. Act was all the while hollering, "Locke, you should watch out for Hirda! Try not to be thoughtless a

"Congratulations. You're free of the Abate debt." "Yes." There was a long pause. "Sera." His voice was odd. "Look at me." I looked. Dante's face was pale. His gray eyes were wide, almost lost. He looked nothing like the dangerous underboss I'd first met. "I screwed up," he said. "With you. With everything. I thought I was keeping you safe. I thought I was playing a long game. But all I did was push you away." "Yes." "If I asked you to stay—really asked, no games, no power plays—would you?"

~ARIA~ The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, and I blinked against the brightness. My head throbbed slightly as memories of the previous night came rushing down to my mind. Luca’s stupid face and words, Kael’s interference, the near kiss we almost shared—it all played on a loop in my mind. Then came Damon’s sudden interruption, his voice carrying the devastating news about Kael’s mother, Lady Seraphine, collapsing. The tension in Kael's face visible at first but it suddenly became cold as he left without another word.

“Commissioned by your ancestors when they still believed in containment over catastrophe.” He stepped toward me with the shackle in hand. Instinct flared—run, fight, bolt—but the room was too small, the door too solid, the camera too present. “And now,” he said softly, “they’ll do what they were always meant to do.” He held the shackle poised over my right wrist, the etched runes catching the overhead light. “Hold still, Princess,” he said.

"I won." "Your just lucky," he whispered before he ungentlemanly picked her up before he went back to the throne. The next thing she knew, he was already casting a medical spell on her. "Prove to me for the next months that you are the next rightful owner of my title. For now, I acknowledge your will to live. I am Azul Refirtaum, the Lord of Shadows and the Conqueror of the Dead. Welcome to my eternal prison." -----

“I won’t kill you just yet.” Clang! Gerald tossed two metal objects. “These are Lord Barbenheim’s electric shackles. All those who wear them will feel as if they are being pierced by numerous needles. No matter how strong a fighter is, they won’t be able to summon any strength. Wear them on your own,” he said grimly. “Lord Barbenheim has already arrived at the Wyatt family. Wear them and come with me to apologize, or I will destroy your family.” “Lord Barbenheim is here?” Ronald was even more shocked.

"You must free him, Eleanor. He is the key to your true power. Without him, you will never know your true destiny." My hands trembled as I looked at the shackles. I knew that freeing that wolf could change everything. But I also knew that there was no other choice. I took a deep breath, determined. Approaching the shackles, I touched them, feeling an electric current course through my body. The shackles began to fall apart, rusty and brittle, until they fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

"We can do this!" The crystal finally broke with a loud crack, flooding the space with a dazzling light. With a last scream, the Lord of Shadows vanished into thin air. The blackness started to fade.

"Lord Ralph is getting weaker. He is not the lord I used to know. Imagine letting a human talk back at him and go free. Since when did he hear, please? I bet they will question his capability once this gets out to the council." I did not know what she was going on about, but she grabbed me by the collar and shoved me into a door, which pushed back as my head hit it. I fell into a bright room, crashing to the ground, and squeezed my eyes shut for a while to remain conscious.