Spare Me Great Lord Mal Novels & Stories

“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.

“Fuck. I brought his daughter back didn't I. He should be grateful but instead he wants to ruin me. Well, two can play that game.” “Boss, sincerely I don't think we have what it takes to even touch Matteo. He is the drug lord of the east city. We are courting death by retaliating in the state we are now.” “Cazzo.” I cleared my throat. That conversation looked like it would take long and Quinn has gotten impatient. Leonardo looked our way. He dismissed his caller and dropped the phone. He smiled at me. I could see the difficulty in moving his lips. He was still, his back must be broken too.

"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

My hybrid nature rejects it violently, and the demon screams as it's expelled from its vessel. The body goes limp. I push it aside and stumble back to the defensive line. "Five minutes!" Elara's voice is triumphant despite the strain. "I'm breaking through his defenses!" Malphas finally reacts. His massive form moves for the first time, heading straight for Elara. "Enough of this. I'll kill her myself." "Like hell you will." Stark throws himself at the demon lord, his blade flashing. It's a suicide move. Malphas is too strong, too ancient. But it buys seconds.

"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.