Spare Me Great Lord Mal Novels & Stories

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

"Dorian! Help!" A scream shattered the quiet dawn. Dorian and I had just stepped out of the castle, heading for the tower. Heaven's Needle. The desperate cry made Dorian freeze. "Cordelia?" He whipped around. A disheveled young vampire stumbled toward us. It was Myra, Cordelia's blood servant. "Your Highness! It’s bad! Lady Cordelia is losing it! Her bloodlust is out of control!" Myra cried. "She knows the Oath can't replace the Bond. She... she just snapped!"

It was an odd arrangement, but if Spencer thought it was worth hearing what they had to say, I’d give it a chance. “We are honored that you’re willing to meet with us,” the male closest to me said. He was balding and his face was creased with lines. I wondered if he had served for my grandfather. “Should we begin with introductions?” Spencer asked. “Please,” I said. “I’ll begin,” Spencer offered. “Spencer Lupton, father of the queen.” “Guess that’s me next,” Malcom said. “Malcom… shit, do I take your last name now?” He looked at Spencer.

I sighed then proceeded to sit on the table, the comfy chairs would lull me to sleep as tired as I was. I found the two doctors staring at me like I was some sort of an overgrown beetle or some sort of a cure to a certain untreatable disease, maybe it was the blood on my shirt surprising them. I was just about to snap at them that it was unprofessional of them but then I remembered, I didn't have my glasses on. My eyes were the magnet that attracted their gazes. My shoulders hunched when I recalled the glasses being broken earlier. " You must be Michael Marcus" one of them faked a smile and said. The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with

I kiss him on the forehead and quietly leave the room taking my time making my way down the corridor to my study room, I feel the chill in the room as soon as I open the door, their entire beings carry cold air. “Your Majesty” they give a quick bow “hello, I know you requesting a private audience must mean something is wrong, what is it? And where is Lord Harrow?” “Well Your Majesty, there is no easy way to say this or no means to soften the blow so I’ll just say it, Mali has escaped and Harrow is not here because she damaged him in order to escape as well as one of our Wisps” I stare at them at a loss for words, I open my mouth and closed it, tap my fingers together, they take steps back sh

It proves how silky every strand of his hair is! He slowly walks towards Kevin after giving a head pat to the girl. Kevin is huffing in pain. He knows this man named Ian whose full name is Ian Byre. He's an impure vampire lord of the clan named Morelles, a clan that doesn't indulge in any kind of fights.

Then the noise died off. "And we might be familiar with Sporge the hunter of honor, but we are not familiar with this grotesque he parades in the land of Nutusel." Lord Dido walked to his seat gentlemanly. "Sporge!" "My great lord general!" He responded in his peaceful voice. "Explain yourself. Why are you here and where is Batard Depinn?" "My great lord, Batard the great son of Depinn and..." "Who made him great? Do not tell us whose son he is, the question is, where is Batard Depinn?"

He fought to control it. "You ride a beast of the apocalypse!" Lysander accused, pointing his sword. "Proof of your corruption!" Vespera looked down at him from fifty feet up. "He's not a beast of the apocalypse," Vespera corrected. "He's just cranky because you woke him from a nap." "I WAS DREAMING OF EATING SHEEP," Malphas grumbled, his voice vibrating the ground. "FAT ONES. NOW I AM LOOKING AT TIN CANS."

"Your core hasn't stabilized since the Spire transmuted. If you draw too much from the Abyss down here, the weight of the mountain will collapse your physical form." Malachi looked back over his shoulder. The grime on his face couldn't hide the fierce, unbroken devotion in his silver eyes. "Then make sure you find that ledger before I run out of smoke, little star." Before Elara could reply, the golden glare reached the end of the corridor.

The room falling into silence around us. My eyes drift to his, his fiery orbs seem to look into the depths of my soul, like he could read every secret, both dark and light that resides there. A knowing smile spread on his face, momentarily lighting his handsome face before his expression returned to one of casual indifference, as if they were only discussing the weather. He moves his gaze to rest on my uncle, before he whispers into my ear. “Perhaps you may be entitled to the role of Princess of the Underworld after all.” With his last words playing in her ears, he moves back to sit in his chair. Falling into conversation with the man sat next to Lucas, who I have now found out is Malphas, L