Novel & Cerita Spare Me Great Lord Mal

He looks straight past Clyde and fixes his gaze on my face, a slow, provocative smirk pulling at his lips. "So, the rumors in the ports were true," Malakai says, his voice a smooth, gravelly baritone that carries a mocking, theatrical lilt. He bows, an exaggerated, mocking gesture that doesn't hold a single drop of true submission. "The beautiful amnesiac stray didn't just survive the trials; she woke the First Hearth and took the throne. The North has never looked so ravishing, Grand Luna." Clyde takes a sudden, explosive step forward, the floorboards beneath his boot cracking as his shadow-aura surges outward like a wall of midnight ink. "Keep your tongue behind your teeth, pirate, or I wi

He is my soulmate, my savior, my master, my Lord, my Alpha, and the love of my life, and I just couldn't afford to lose him for anything. Malik kept growling out loud, but he abruptly stopped, and he drew in a deep breath. "They are gonna surely pay for this…" he growled in his characteristic menacing tone. "Those motherfucking idiots, little cunts and cowards… they are going to pay for this…" "Kieran, Melinda… You'll follow me back to that goddamn village, and we will burn it down to ashes." He snarled. "Meghan, stay with Calista and make sure you find somewhere safe to hide. We'll be back…" He ordered.

Had he been summoned because he had botched something with the Walker family's affairs? "Malcolm, do you have control over the Walker family's assets?" Liam inquired. "Yes, sir! Do you have any instructions for me?" Malcolm responded, his voice laced with caution. Malcolm's heart raced with unease. The sheer force of Liam's presence was overwhelming. Liam sat motionless, yet Malcolm felt an invisible weight crushing his breath away. That was Liam's true form, the revered Pendragon Commander-in-Chief, the King Pendragon!

the deity told him quietly, her eyes showed no pity or remorse at the king’s sorry state, “I must not interfere. I would give you my apologies, King Malik but it seems at the moment, I will be of no use.” Malik knew better than to snap at the oracle who had helped the kingdom all these years, so he just sighed and buried his face in his hands. “There are talks of him crossing the portal” he said in a muffled voice, his face still squarely planted in his hands “I think we should send someone to bring him back.” He lifted his face from his palms and glanced around the table. His eyes landed on Vergil who was stoically standing guard over them. “Vergil” Malik said and the royal guard turned to