Shackled The Lord Series Pdf Novels & Stories

-- 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.

Hear a random voice; check. Find an abandoned tower deep in the woods; check. Release an ancient shadow god; check. Release the ancient shadow god from a centuries old debt; check. Be fucked by said shadow god and left to clean up the mess he made; double check. My night was just one weird fucking mess…

"They've wanted this for a long time." "I know." She handed me an ebony box. "The scrolls and herbs you'll need. Study them. The ritual takes absolute focus." "Thank you." I took the box. Leaving the hall, I heard the whispers behind me: "At least she knows her place..." "A mortal ruling us? Please." "The Prince and Cordelia belong together." I walked faster. The tears finally fell. Late that night, I opened the box. Looked at the dark runes. "An Unbinding... No, I'm not doing an Unbinding," I whispered. "I'm doing a Blood Blessing instead."

Alpha king Fredrick’s POV The shackles gave way naturally as I woke up. The fine print of the spell was actually orally communicated to keep it from being used on those who didn't care for it. Blood sharing was a huge part of the ritual, but the implications of it wasn't told except to the ones in the circle. So her taking the third drink was the sealing factor. But rather than her having access to me, I had access to her. Which made breaking the chains quite easy as they responded to me like it was her touch.

**Cassandra's POV** "Bind her and tie her to the horse!" he ordered through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on me, full of hatred. A large brown wolf, marked by a scar crossing his left eye, threw the shackles to the ground. Other men hurried to put them on my wrists. The moment my hands touched the cold metal, I felt a searing pain, as if my skin were burning. I took a deep breath, biting my lower lip to stifle a scream. The shackles were polished silver, and I knew the walk to the pack would be long and excruciating. Under the scorching sun, the silver would burn my skin until it was raw.

She had almost forgotten about her existence. *Hmmm…. I don’t know how we will save The Lycan World either but I can help you get free of the shackles. All you need to do is give me partial control.* Vivian drew in a deep breath and she let Rewa take control. A warm liquid course through the veins of her hand as they got covered in fur. The muscles on her arms bulged, tearing the leather jacket she was wearing, and just like that, the shackles snapped open.

"Where is your shackle?" I felt my face turning red as I bit my bottom lip. Krane shifted his gaze to Edward, which dilated into a full back. "What the fuck, Edward! Why is she not shackled?" "Shit! I totally forgot!" Edward’s ears turned red as he stood up from his chair. "I didn’t shift and I have no plans to shift." I reasoned out. "You’re not getting it? Fuck, Alexa!" He glared at me before ordering Edward to move. "Go get the shackle now!"

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

He set her on a wooden table adjacent to the hot bath. On the table was a large map showing countries, continents, oceans, seas, mountains, and names of numerous planes. He placed her beside the map and fastened her hands and legs to the table shackles. Zipporah waved him aside and sauntered to the edge of the table where the nymph's head lay, she took out a dagger and began to chant eerie words as she held the knife poised to strike. "My lord! My lord!" a dwarf ran into the room.

“You’ll lock me away in this house forever? You’ll punish me for standing up to you?” Something flickered in his eyes—something dangerous. “I could,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, husky threat. “And we both know you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” A shiver ran down her spine, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she smirked, letting her voice drop to a whisper. “And we both know you wouldn’t do it.” He stiffened, his fingers curling into fists. For the first time, she saw it—the hesitation, the uncertainty lurking beneath his carefully constructed armor. He didn’t want to admit it, but she was right.