Spare Me Great Lord Mal Novels & Stories

“Chaos benefits only those who wait in the shadows. Those who want this flame gone.” “Then name them,” I said, voice steady, cutting through the tension. “Who would dare to extinguish what I carry?” The gaunt man from before, his eyes dark as a crow’s wing, spoke without hesitation. “Not dare. They will.” His name was Malric. A former lord of a House now reduced to ash and whispers. His bitterness was a poison in the room. “They fear the flame’s power,” Irena added. “But they also see it as a threat to their own ambitions.”

At their head was Dad’s most trusted underboss, Kane Lee. He quickly made his way to me, cut the ropes at my wrists, and dropped to one knee. “Principessa, I’m sorry you were frightened. Don Gerald has ordered me to bring you and the young sir home.” I clung to Xavier in my arms as Kane and my family shepherded us out of that living hell. As the helicopter blades thudded overhead, I cast one last look at the rising smoke and thought, ‘James, from now on, we would never meet again.’

Good Lord Azrail leader of the lone wolves.Very powerful. I need to inform him that I am coming. Like Dawn said more security means safer. Better safe than sorry. I felt my phone vibrate near me, his number. Let's get it over with. I dialed the number and rang four times until the filthy bastard picked up

Max asked as he had had signed on something greater than four places in the dictionary level paperwork. “Yes, we are. You can go and start your candle light ceremony.” Paul replied, affirming to his insinuations. He had sealed it in writing, Max was no longer in the mafia and now only an Alpha Lord. I was ecstatic because I wouldn’t have to be burdened by the aftermath of the war that had been showing signs of starting soon.

I just stared, emotions storming behind my eyes—confusion and disbelief. He had returned. Ryker's elder brother. Back from the dead. And I had a feeling that nothing in this kingdom would be the same again. “Where are my manners?" Said the man. “We were never formally introduced. My name is Malachi." Malachi? Even his name is dark. It was clear what he was here for; the question was, would I give it to him?

The atmosphere crackled with dark energy, threatening to consume us. Suddenly, a voice pierced the stillness, resonating through the halls like a haunting melody. "So, you have come to challenge me, little lambs. How admirable." The voice belonged to Malachi Ravenswood, his presence materializing before us like a specter. He stood tall, his features twisted by a blend of malice and triumph. Gabriel squared his shoulders, his voice firm. "Your reign of darkness ends here, Ravenswood. We won't let you unleash the primordial force upon this world."

High Sovereign Malakor turned to face them. He was draped in armor forged from dark sun-iron, his face pale and sunken, his eyes burning with an unnatural, vortex-black fire. In his right hand, he held a massive spear wrapped in tendrils of suffocating shadow. "Princess Kira, Alpha Cassian... and the forgotten Prince," Malakor purred, his voice layered with the raspy echoes of a hundred stolen souls. "You bring your petty armies to my doorstep, thinking you can restore a broken realm. You are nothing more than fuel for the core."

"Secure the arena! The trial is interrupted!" "The trial isn't interrupted, Inquisitor," Malakai growled, stepping up beside me, his tall, massive frame radiating lethal War-Alpha dominance. He wiped his bloody broadsword on his arm, his dark storm-gray eyes locked on Lord Vane. "The trial is over. My Consort walked the coals. She subdued the beast. She stands alive in the ring."

I don’t blame her for wanting some sense of normalcy and to break this millennia old cycle of loneliness. But I also had a hunch that she was trying to find her way to get me involved in the war, and I had no interest in that at all, and she knows it- I have told her this many times loudly and clearly. Despite that, somehow, I found myself lurking at the battle of Macabantrah. Father said that we shall make our way to the Council meeting as he wants to show Mortereys' unity in front of them, especially now when Marcellus is nowhere to be found. And I am the one who is not fond of rule-breaking – I guess this comes with my role as the celestial who is responsible for the management of the cur

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.