Story Lord Novels & Stories

It has always been said that red is the color of victory and that is the reason I like it. I look at the map sprawled in front of me. I, Eric Leonor has now become one of the most powerful kings of this world. I have made my kingdom the strongest by conquering a large number of towns and villages. I have made my kingdom the largest by extending its territory. Now I will extend the trade over to far areas. I bring the goblet to my mouth and gulp the whole goblet filled with wine in one go. Now no one can defeat me.

He majestically walked back to his throne "Can I know you by your names?" He said "I'm Alex" Alex said "The alpha of the pack" The B-Lord nodded his head "I'm Irene. The princess" "The ninth princess to be precise" The B-Lord said "Yes" I replied "I'm Liam. A soldier of the pack "I'm Sabrina. The priestess of the pack" "I'm Darcy. A soldier of the pack" "I'm Jack. The brother of the princess" The B-Lord looked at Jack intensively and said "Something didn't really add up in your story Jack"

I played my games carefully, slowly anticipating the moment, and now I have my laurel, Raymond. “You're a master in this game, Alana,” I mumbled, slowly drifting into wonderland.

His fists clenched. Then… he moved. Steady. Controlled. He knelt beside the nearest child. “Child… you’ve suffered,” he said softly, his voice carrying an unexpected gentleness. His hands hovered over the boy’s mangled limbs, serene blue light flowing out, dulling the pain. The child stirred, lifting his head weakly. “You came…” he whispered. “I knew you would…” “Who am I?” Chris asked quietly. “The Night Lord…” The boy struggled for breath. “My father said… the only one who would walk into a monster’s den… for someone like me…”

I opened a private, encrypted chat with a contact saved only as 'The Shadow. Me: It is done. She has been cast out. The campus sees her as a harlot now. Her reputation is ash. And her emotions are probably in shambles. I know her well, she's about to do something irrational. The reply came a second later. The Shadow: You did well, Mary. The sheep always turn on the one the shepherd leaves behind. Keep watching her room. The battle is about to begin.

"He can't be a Lord of War!" Theodore Chivers, the leader of the North Sahra Iron Gang and aide to the Weiss family, was also there. His palms churned with inner strength as he stared viciously into Alexander's eyes. "There are only five Lords of War in Wyverna, and each was unapproachable. We're not so unlucky to have encountered one here! "As long as he's not a Lord of War, the Sea of Humans technique is unconquerable. Let's strike together; we will wear him down!"

The scene was blurry due to the crowd but Somalia’s face was clear. Laurence was shot on his shoulder as he got distracted. Falling on the ground, he started crying. It wasn’t in pain though. He was taught that man never cries and yet he couldn’t stop his tears. He was devastated and tired while the enemies started ganging up on them. Seeing how helpless his brother had become, Vorak picked up the sword and tried to slash the enemies. His movement was like a child who received his first sword at his birthday, clumsy and aimless. However, he had no choice but to continue. After all, he couldn't make an effort to see another member of his family die. Unfortunately, Vorak didn’t have God's visi

Like I’m a king or something. “You are destined for the throne, Lucas.” I stopped laughing. I’m destined to rule the Underworld? Isn’t that like greek mythology shit? Is she gonna tell me my real father’s Hades next? I burst out laughing again. It really is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. People in the diner started looking at us. Mismaia just looked at me, she looked annoyed. “Okay. Let’s say I believe you. How am I the rightful heir? Aren’t we twins? How do you know which one is which? Or we’re not identical. Is that how?” I rambled on.

“I will erase the page.” Liolai turned toward the cage, And the Ink-Eater saw her, Its voice cracked into inkblades. “You cannot hold both!” “You cannot save him and the world!” “You are not powerful enough!” Liolai extended both hands, one toward the cage, the other toward the Queen. “I’m not going to rewrite anyone,” she said. “I’m going to finish the story.” She slammed her palms together, A surge of raw, white narrative light erupted, blinding, fierce, final. One life, One thread, One truth, A child who chose not to be a god.

The boy replied with a dejected face. “Alright. Tell me everything about your master." Lord Yong saw his mournful eyes and decided to believe him, as eyes never lie. The young man's eyes were expressing the concern he had for his Master. “The Dark Lord is hidden in the Zorus Kingdom right now.” The young man answered with utter distress. “Hidden?” Lord Yong asked.