Spare Me Great Lord Characters Novels & Stories

"You are in Anceps now. Do not worry, this place is sacred by protection spell, so any magical creature will not harm you, if you are afraid of them." "Who the hell says that I am afraid of some messed-up rabbits? Or whatever, I am not afraid of anything, okay?" he snarled at her and kept trying to sit up while leaning on his elbows. "I am the Lord of Life!" "But it looks like the Lord of Life is suffering from broken bones and you really broke the poor Moriah's hips. Chu-hh, so bad," she made a sympathetic sound by her mouth. "It pretty much does hurt, doesn't it? I think...a few pieces of Bonesbane would fix the broken bones," she smirked lightly, watching him.

As his voice fell, Lucas drove his Hundred Heavenly Steps and disappeared. "Oh, Lucas York. What?" The old man stumbled and almost fell to the ground. "The North' s Realm Lord, Devil King Lucas York!" Everyone on the street was shocked. They would never have thought that they would meet the Realm Lord. The Realm Lord was someone who had led the North troops to repel all the major powers of the West!

Good Lord Azrail leader of the lone wolves.Very powerful. I need to inform him that I am coming. Like Dawn said more security means safer. Better safe than sorry. I felt my phone vibrate near me, his number. Let's get it over with. I dialed the number and rang four times until the filthy bastard picked up

Gosh. I stepped into the second floor of this fast-food restaurant to meet this kind of alpha guy where he’s the one who always perky enough about this program. I really thought he will offer himself as the leader though. For the very first time of this meeting, I already dislike one of the members and I wonder is there any chance I dislike anyone else in the club. My eyes were catching each corner of this room, well, I don’t know his looks yet so I need to make sure I don’t greet the wrong person. My sight stopped to the guy wearing a denim jacket, he looks tubby and his eyes never leave his cellphone. “Excuse me, I’m looking for someone from group 5 of the community service program. Are yo

"I also felt it earlier, but when I wanted to investigate it. The figure has already left and left no trace at all. Even my abilities can't detect where it went!" A conversation that probably not everyone will understand. It all started 5 years ago when Edward and Harry were kidnapped. They experience things that are very sadistic and torture that make Edward's power and his unknown identity appear out of nowhere. Edward is a vampire, a spiritual being who is often considered a myth. While Harry is a Siren, a kind of living creature that lives in the depths of the water in Middle Earth. All of this seemed unbelievable to both of them. But this is real. And what always makes them wonder is ab

In fact, this type of person is very close to a cultivator. He strode forward, one step at a time, the stones in the garden were stepped on and shattered, stopping three meters outside of Cadell Marcus, a pair of tiger eyes staring at Cadell Marcus, both hands spread out, making a posture of wanting to shoot at any moment. Gideon Walter fiercely swallowed his saliva, looked back at Kane Louis in front of him, glanced at the stone under his feet, and said in panic. "Brother... Please take the time to pay Harding Arnold a favor. Say a few soft words. Lord Harding Arnold does not tolerate villains. He will definitely forgive you this time..."

she gasped quietly, hardly believing what she just heard, "The personification of destruction, he says? The very incarnation of the Devil himself, I'd say." Some of the wounded warriors laid miserably on the ground. They have all been ignominiously defeated and their battle pets slaughtered like mere poultry and fish, yet until now, they did not know the name of the person behind all this bloodbath. "Please, my lady. Who is this "Lord" that the stranger was referring to?" one of the wounded warriors gasped raspily amidst his pain. "No, I don't know," a seething Fairy Xuan mumbled. She flailed her long, flowing hair around and sauntered away.

Among them, threading through the haze like poison through veins, came a tone he recognized with bone-deep revulsion. Velis. That creature. That architect of kingdoms' deaths whose face had been seared into Caelum's memory during the siege of his homeland. The vampire lord whose armies had reduced proud cities to ash, whose casual cruelty had left entire bloodlines extinct. Yet now something was different. Warmth enveloped him—not the fevered heat of infection, but the solid presence of arms wrapped around his broken form. Strong arms that held him with infinite care, as though he were made of the finest crystal rather than merely flesh and bone.

Below the spire, three former enemies stepped forward: Fendrel Windrider, the rogue prince; dark hair, stormy eyes, silver blade at his hip, once Nyra’s lover, then her prisoner, now her fiercest ally. Kharon Boneclaw, the beast king; furred and horned, half-man half-wolf, whose brutish oath once sought Nyra’s death, then yielded her power, now kneeling with bowed head. –Seraphiel Dawnstar; the angel warrior, golden-winged, silver-lance at side, who once betrayed her for prophecy, then surrendered heaven’s host, now humbled beneath her nightmarish glory. They bowed before the Mirror Reborn. Fendrel spoke first, voice rough with emotion. “Queen of Ash and Fire; you saved me from my own darkne

Leading them were Sherman and Manny, the so-called envoys James encountered when he first entered the Great Historial Land. Staring at the imposing Lord Zenda and her companions, Sherman’s face darkened as he exclaimed, “Lord Zenda, you haven’t settled the score for snatching our Chosen One yet. Now you come to Haurvatat Temple to make trouble. Isn’t that too much?” “This is too much!” Manny said coldly as usual. Lord Zenda showed no interest in engaging with them. However, the man in the white robe standing beside her sneered, “Does Haurvatat Temple think it can stop us by bringing out a group of Xurxo Daeclon Rank powerhouses?”