Novel & Cerita Spare Me Great Lord Mal

Mara reminded herself to focus on charming him, but then he smiled. “Trying to charm me, daughter? Well, that will not be possible. I was already given protection from stuff like that many years ago by your mother. Your parlor trick would not work on me, child.” He said, leaving her throat only to carry a now defeated Mara over his shoulders. “My lord, what about this one?” the leader asked, referring to Malia. Grimshaw turned and observed her spitefully. “Do with her as you please; when you are done, send her to the gods.” He said and turned away from Mara, who started screaming and struggling.

He still wanted to break me. Ronan stood by the door, his face a mask of neutral boredom. He was the perfect actor. We walked down the stairs together, and five of the Frostveil elders were already at the door, bowing low as Malakar entered. "Lord Malakar," one of the elders said, his voice slick with respect. "We are honored by your return. Lady Seraphina is ready." Malakar didn't even look at them. His eyes locked onto mine the second I reached the bottom step. He walked across the foyer, his spurs clicking on the stone floor.

"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.

So, no matter what Felix did, he probably couldn't escape his death. "Oh, and you asked who I am, right? Alright, I'll humor you. You can call me Malachar. Despite being an S-tier Malevolent Phantom, I am also the president of an A-list company. You have no issues with that, right?" Malachar Lancaster teased. At this point, Anson had also reached them. However, he stood a little further away, as if he was here to watch a really good show. "This is the first time I've seen an S-tier Malevolent Phantom reveal himself like this. What exactly do you want?"

he said. “That's how my life once was as well. When your father took everything away from me. Your father killed my former King, out him through misery so I would have no other choice but to serve my present lord, he ruined my life and that's exactly how I am going to-” “I suggest you leave the girl alone, Malachi. You have no business torturing the girl. The lord will not be pleased when I put it across to him what you have done,” a voice spoke behind me.

There is no way this is happening! Killian couldn't not have broken the magical mate bond between the two of us. If there is one person to account for everything happening, it is Lord Malakar. Instead of calling him on the phone, I walked over to the mirror and stared at my reflection. "Mirror on the wall, I demand the presence of the Lord of East Covenant to appear before me." My images changed and Lord Malakar's frame came through. "Why have you decided to disturb me?" He asked.

He took the advantage of the situation to create his deadly attribute and shot straight into his heart disregarding the explosion sound next to the man. “Argh!” Was Hamid's last words before he breathed out his last breath. “Hamid!” The lord realized the crown prince belatedly. Unapologetically, his eyes lit up at the existence of the lord. He nudged the lavender eye man. “Mal, he is the one, right?” Mal or the lavender eye man with the buffiest body scoffed. It was enough of an answer. Mischievously, he delved his hands into his pocket. “I see, you’re over there Khairul.”

the general said as he saw the light from the dungeon’s entrance, they were near the stairs leading outside. “Therens where are you!” General Malta shouted as he quickly stabbed Goryo’s back and push the sword so hard making the entire blade of the sword buried in the devil’s back. The devil lost his balance as his body tossed on the ground, he groan loudly catching the attention of the men outside.

Malachi didn't hold back, “It's simple. I have stayed in that illusion longer than you have. Naturally, I know what's happening.” Not in a million years did Jordan ever think of sitting and discussing anything with him. Not to mention he had harbored killing intentions towards him but here they were. Victims of the same fate. “You know who has been kidnapping, erasing memory and hiding those supernaturals?” Malachi held a look as if recalling a distant memory, “Lord Flame. The keeper and destroyer of the underworld.”

At its center, seated upon the throne of obsidian, was the one who had shaped me into what I had become. Lord Malakar. His presence was overwhelming, even after all these years. Cloaked in shadow, his form was barely distinguishable from the darkness itself. Only his eyes—burning red like mine—pierced through the gloom. I dropped to one knee, bowing my head in respect. "My Lord." His voice echoed through the chamber, ancient and filled with power. "Rise, Raven." I obeyed, meeting his gaze without fear. "The battle?" he asked.