Novel & Cerita Spare Me Great Lord Mal

"And finally, the blood moon has brought you back to the open field." Duncan stepped forward, completely blocking Malphas's view of Amora. He bared his fangs, his voice dropping into a dangerous, royal frequency. "You are trespassing on allied territory, Malphas. Step back into the dark before I tear your throat out." Malphas let out a deep, booming laugh that sounded like rolling thunder. He didn't even drop into a defensive stance. He looked down at Duncan with supreme amusement. "Duncan Alonso," Malphas sneered, his yellow eyes flashing. "The broken king of the South. You stand there with fractured ribs and an empty wolf core, pretending you can protect anything. You couldn't even protect

Myan remained where she stood, coming to the conclusion that none of this concerned her in the first place. Anukgo was bald and his long, white beard seemed to cover his nakedness as it stood where a garment should have been. He looked around him at the damage that had occurred and shook his head when his eyes landed on Minrad. "You have transformed the worlds into a game of life and death, forgetting your responsibilities as lord." He began. Myan felt comfort in his voice that left a trail of echo. This man sounded like a tired angel and she wanted him to keep talking.

CRACK! The ornate pillar shattered, sending fragments flying everywhere. The entire manor shook. Everyone cowered, terrified by the display of raw power. This was the true strength of a thousand-year-old pureblood Lord. Corvus lay in the rubble, blood trickling from his mouth. He struggled to look up at me. His eyes were filled with disbelief and fear. I walked toward him slowly, each step radiating absolute authority. "Now," I said, looking down on him. "Let's settle some old debts."

“If anything happens to you—” She turned her head, eyes blazing silver-gold. “Then you raise them. And you tell them their mother stood her ground.” Before he could reply, a scream tore through the air. --- Malric Arrives From the ridge beyond the field, a shape emerged like a phantom—cloaked in shadows, mounted atop a skeletal beast with burning green eyes. Malric. Once a royal sorcerer, now a traitor steeped in forbidden arts. His body was no longer fully human. Spells swirled around him like corrupted spirits. The grass withered beneath his mount’s hooves.

Lucas said casually. Malik is taken aback by his words. Only Valmore and he knows about that. He is ashamed to admit that he was scared, so he ran away to bring backup. But by the time he came back, it was too late. His lord was critically injured, leaving him feeling guilty. "How do you about that?" Malik asked with shock. Lucas smirked. "I was there all that time. Like I said earlier, I am the one who saved your Lord" he replied.

For one suspended second, no one moved. Then Baron’s voice tore through the chapel. “No!” He broke formation. I let him. He ran across the stone floor, boots sliding on wax and blood, and dropped to his knees beside the man crumpled at the base of the altar. Landon. The priest. The coward. The father who had disowned his own son for choosing me. Malrick pulled the blade free with a wet sound. Landon collapsed fully to the floor. Motionless. Candlelight flickered wildly, shadows stretching long and warped across the walls like the chapel itself was recoiling. And then Malrick laughed. It wasn’t a hysterical laugh, instead it was a laugh of triumph. Like he had won.

"So what do you need help with?" "I got you a dog seeing how bad I treated you."he said as they got to the dungeon. "Omg,so cute," Mephistopheles said carrying the dog. She screamed and in an instance her soul was out of Ava's body. "You tricked me you rat." "You dare come into my territory," Vador laughed. "You're going down dark lord and the girl will be used," Mephistopheles yelled. "Ava," Vador screamed seeing Ava lose consciousness.Using his vampire speed he caught her right in time "your dark lord is here now," he whispered.

Dozens of lords were shouting over one another, their voices echoing off the vaulted ceilings. At the center of the floor stood the empty throne of King Malakor, its gold plating looking tarnished and hollow beneath the high stained-glass windows. As Marcus entered, followed by Natalia’s ragged trio, the shouting died down into a tense, breathless quiet. Marcus didn't wait for an invitation. He stepped directly into the center of the floor, his velvet cloak sweeping behind him. "Lords of Oakhaven!" Marcus’s voice rang out, rich and steady, instantly filling the vacuum of fear in the room. "The shadow that has darkened our city for a generation has finally been broken. King Malakor is no more

"Too many of them. And the wind is high. If we miss one, the fire spreads. I can’t guarantee the safety of the targets." Suddenly, a voice boomed across the valley. It was magically amplified, echoing off the mountains like thunder. "Princess Elara!" I looked up at the lodge. A projection of Malakar appeared above the gate, a towering, translucent orange avatar of the Rogue King. He looked down at the tree line, smiling his shark-like smile. "I know you are there," Malakar's voice drawled. "I can smell the Royal stench from here. And I see you have brought friends. How quaint."

Malic's men got scared and they ran. “It seems that all your friends have run away.” “You haven’t won yet, Great Mother. I'll see you in the village.” “Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Malic ran off and they finally made it to the village. The people came out to meet the Great Mother but they noticed they couldn't get close to her. “I'm sorry friends, I wish I came under friendlier terms but I must be careful.” “We understand Great Mother.” They bowed. Malic comes out with his arm around Malcolm’s shoulder and his finger pointed at his neck.