Spare Me Great Lord Mal Romane & Geschichten

"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

he looked at Thorne and the darker haired man nodded, standing and left the living room. Serenity watched until she couldn’t see the demon anymore and blinked, looking back to Noah. “What was that about? What did I say?” “Malveran. He’s the highest of our high-generals. He’s the ultimate of us. He’s incorruptible.” Serenity grinned. “Then we see him.” Noah smiled, leaning back, and nodded. “Yes, we do.”

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

She begs him, her eyes watering. “My Grandfather already told you that the blood you saw on his hands was your blood. I think you're just finding it difficult to accept that your parents were abusive and almost killed you. Be grateful to my grandfather for saving you from those abusive animals." Luke yells even more violently than before. Ada laughs crazily, steps back, laughs again, and gives Luke the middle finger. “You are so blinded by your jealousy and the urge to please your grandfather that you don't see anything wrong in everything he does. You are fucking crazy. I hope you open your eyes before it is too late to do so."

Emily’s POV The car slowly pulled away, the castle shrinking behind us as the highway stretched ahead. I tried to catch fragments of conversation between Malric and Theodore, hoping to understand what this trip was about. From what I could piece together, Malric planned to confront Kael, the vampire lord, and Xavier, the rogue king. I didn’t know what Lord Kael had done to cross the Lycan King, but Xavier was notorious for terrorizing weak wolf packs. From Malric’s tone, it was clear he intended to show neither of them mercy.

Armando’s POV: {FLASHBACK}: Almost choking myself on the mango out of panic, at first, I was too disheveled to face that foolish human who was giggling right in front of me. But as if my pride got a little hurt, I tossed away the fruit and glowered at her, clearing my throat, “How dare you, little human? How dare you call me a spy? Do you even know who I am? Call me Lord Armando, the Great War General of the Blood Ink Pack, who can kill you right at this moment for your audacity!”

Finally, he looked at the girl convulsing on the floor, her skin glowing like embers. "A Wingless." Malachi's voice was barely a whisper. His expression shifted from annoyance to something heavier. Grim. Final. He looked at Sloane's face a face that had not aged in centuries. "And the Golden Child of Oakhaven." He exhaled slowly. "You have brought the end of the world to my doorstep, Reaper." Sloane drew his silver dagger. The firelight danced off the blade as he stepped toward the old man.

My fingers twitch, but that’s all I can do. Then I see him. High Priest Malavor. The moment our eyes meet, something cold crawls down my spine. His smile is thin and stretched too wide, as if it were carved on. “You wake sooner than expected,” he says, his voice full of satisfaction. “Good. I want you to be aware.” My voice comes out as a whisper. “Where… is Aurek?” Malavor’s smile widens. “Ah. The beast. He is coming, yes, but far too late.”

"I'm not afraid. I gave my word I wouldn't harm any of your people, but I never promised that my followers won't attack you if I'm killed. So you see, Baal, one way or another, tonight you will die." Malcolm swallowed hard. He'd already figured as much. The prayers of one priest and three friends were not enough. God had abandoned him long ago. "Are you ready?" Stephan drew his sword. Malcolm drew his own sword. A gift from Van nilsen, it was razor sharp, the steel blade plated with pure silver. The hilt was steel and leather and fit perfectly in his hand. He swished the blade through the air and saluted Stephan. He allowed himself one last thought of Aya, then focused his mind on one thing