Spare Me Great Lord Wiki Novels & Stories

“Basically, he’s a fuck buddy, but he’s also a warlock. I’m not sure how strong he is, but he has his own coven. I’m guessing that’s where Levana is hiding.” “Where is he?” my father asks. “Don’t know. She didn’t exactly introduce us to him. She kept him to herself and we only saw him coming and going.” “Name?” I ask. “Laris. Laris Bevan.” I pull out my phone, moving to step away while my father continues talking to Avery. “Hi baby, what’s up?” my mate answers on the first ring. “Quick question, can you do a locator spell with just a name?”

The driver gave him appreciation by as he got off the truck. First light Academy was arranged at the western piece of the Academy Sector. It offered courses in different teaches and was positioned the fifth among twenty or so foundations in Morante City and ninth among every one of the institutes on the Grindia Continent. A sculpture of a young lady who looked around twelve to thirteen years of age killing a tremendous mythical serpent with a jeweled sword should have been visible at the entry. This courageous little youngster was the Dawn Goddess Loria. She is the little girl of Singwa, the divine force of light, sun and war, and Daphlyn, the Silvermoon Goddess. In the Grindia mythos, it wa

CRACK! The ornate pillar shattered, sending fragments flying everywhere. The entire manor shook. Everyone cowered, terrified by the display of raw power. This was the true strength of a thousand-year-old pureblood Lord. Corvus lay in the rubble, blood trickling from his mouth. He struggled to look up at me. His eyes were filled with disbelief and fear. I walked toward him slowly, each step radiating absolute authority. "Now," I said, looking down on him. "Let's settle some old debts."

"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

Porter Waldron, the famous lord of Ten Thousand Armies, was a legendary god-like figure. However, none of them believed that the Porter in front of them was the same Porter Waldron who was the lord of the Ten Thousand Armies. Gopher got over his shock and spat coldly, “Do you think I won’t dare to do anything to you just because you have the same name as the lord of Ten Thousand Armies? There are many Oskians named Porter Waldron, but there’s only one Porter Waldron who’s truly capable! Who the fuck are you?!”

She looked me over as if inspecting something that already belonged to Blackridge. “You will be released in two days.” “I know.” “And once you leave this room, I expect you to stop behaving like a rebellious child and start doing your duty properly.” “What duty?” She stared directly into my eyes. “You know exactly what I mean.” I shook my head. “I am not a machine built to produce an heir.” “You are the Luna of Blackridge.” “I am also a person.” “The Blackridge bloodline needs an heir.” “And you think locking me away will make that happen?”

He was none other than the enigmatic and powerful King of the West, Lord of the Shadow Sect, Young Master Howard himself. Xever's body jolted as if he had been hit by a bolt of lightning, his face etched with sheer astonishment. "I can't believe it, I just can't! It's him!" "Grandpa, what's gotten into you?" Wynie asked, bewildered by Xever's reaction. "Who is this guy?" "He's a once-in-a-lifetime genius, respected even by those he defeats," Xever said softly, almost to himself. The following morning…

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e

I sighed then proceeded to sit on the table, the comfy chairs would lull me to sleep as tired as I was. I found the two doctors staring at me like I was some sort of an overgrown beetle or some sort of a cure to a certain untreatable disease, maybe it was the blood on my shirt surprising them. I was just about to snap at them that it was unprofessional of them but then I remembered, I didn't have my glasses on. My eyes were the magnet that attracted their gazes. My shoulders hunched when I recalled the glasses being broken earlier. " You must be Michael Marcus" one of them faked a smile and said. The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with

As his voice fell, Lucas drove his Hundred Heavenly Steps and disappeared. "Oh, Lucas York. What?" The old man stumbled and almost fell to the ground. "The North' s Realm Lord, Devil King Lucas York!" Everyone on the street was shocked. They would never have thought that they would meet the Realm Lord. The Realm Lord was someone who had led the North troops to repel all the major powers of the West!