Novel & Cerita Spare Me Great Lord Mal

"Malakai is gone for now, but his fury is not. He is a sociopath with infinite resources, and he still commands an army of enforcers. This isn't over." She stepped back slightly, her eyes hardening into matching shards of ice as she scanned the horizon. "Maeve’s spell bought us time, nothing more. He will find his way back from those cliffs, and when he does, he won't bring bulldozers. He will bring blood. We need to prepare for the next attack."

deliver them to their people and if care is not taking, to lay waste of your armies," Morolake began to laugh, she stopped and said to Luku, " you seem to be confused of who you are talking to," Luku said " i know you more than you think, and all you powers have to effect on a man like, me, and the best part is that, you're highly hated by me and that alone will end you. You should thank gods that you came in time you would by now see that the spell on them would have been broken," well then, she said, take back your egg and try whatever magic you think you have, " his egg was hand over back to him, and soon as he held it, he smashed it on the floor, smoke came out and the spell on the

Melanie thought in horror. "He is dead to me the moment he decided to become a spy. And now, you are dead too. Nobody questions me" the Lord billowed and pierced the figure bowing down on the ground with his sharp tail-like thing. Unknown to anyone present in that hall, it resembled the exact picture, that was shown to the Lords by Lord agamanan predicting the arrival of Apocalypse. It was showing the lord piercing his subject with his sharp tail and a shadow being a witness to it all.

The chaotic roar of the battle instantly died down into a sickening, tense silence. Standing in the grand archway of the shattered eastern entrance, entirely untouched by the blood and dirt of the battle, was Malachi. He had not stayed trapped in the catacombs. He knew the deep earth magic just as well as we did, and he had found another way up. He stepped into the great hall, his icy blue eyes locking directly onto the Queen. "Hello, Elara," Malachi purred, stepping over the body of a fallen guard. "You are looking remarkably well for a corpse."

He had lived more centuries than most civilizations had existed — and in all that time, he had never encountered a problem he couldn’t solve with patience, cruelty, or both. His face in the mirror was pale as marble, with sharp features that looked carved by a blade. Eyes completely black — no iris, no pupil — like two holes in a porcelain mask. When he spoke, his voice seemed to come from very far away and very close at the same time. “Malik.” “My lord.” “I assume the box you received contains something unpleasant.” “Orlo’s head. The Lycán broke the curse and executed our agent.” Silence. The kind that precedes hurricanes.

The cunning voice echoed through the dimly lit chamber, dripping with mockery. Aurora felt herself freeze at the words. Her mistakes were catching up to her, returning with twice the force. This was something the king should never hear from someone else. "What? Wow! So, I was right, then? Your second mate has no idea you once had a first mate? This is absolutely insane! Well, don’t worry. I’ll do you a favor and let King Draven know myself."

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

One man walked up from the crowd and slammed his fist against his chest "Kefas Trojan, Zeta and General of the army greet you my Lord and beta, Rojan Baltasar. Our king has sent us as your calvary." Bernice quickly dabbed at her tears. It was time to go home.

Malcolm howled in agony. The sight left Harvey utterly petrified. What was happening? Just moments ago, Malcolm had been invincible. Now, he was reduced to such a pitiful state! "Spare me!" Malcolm struggled to cry out, his eyes filled with terror. "Please, sir, I was blind to your greatness. Forgive me! I beg you to please spare me…" Harvey felt as though he had been struck by lightning. His mind was reeling, ready to explode. Malcolm was pleading with Gideon for mercy?

“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.”