Story Lord Novels & Stories

In the midst of the tension, a younger journalist stepped forward with another question. "Miss Luna, we've heard that you have a keen interest in werewolf stories. Is that true?" she asked, changing the subject to something more personal. "Yes, I am indeed fascinated by tales of werewolves," Luna admitted with a hint of enthusiasm. The journalist, intrigued, continued, "Do you believe that werewolves actually exist?" Luna playfully replied, "I'm not sure, but perhaps the answers lie in the Grimoire." "Grimoire?" the journalist asked curiously.

She quickly averted her gaze and looked to where Llewellyn was once standing as he walked into the forest. Lucian was still seated calmly behind her with his back against one of the trees and with her seated directly in front of him, her back to his chest. Being unable to bear the silence, Katherine finally spoke, "Tell me a story," "Milord," She quickly added wanting to remain respectful. His already deep voice was low and sounded like a hum, "You have to be more specific than that, do you wish to hear about the tales of the creatures below sea level or the creatures that plague the earth realm,"

They want to ruin me in every way possible. Their hands punish. Their lips taunt. Their bodies ruin. But the worst part? A part of me likes it. This isn’t a love story. It’s a game of power, pain, and obsession. And I’m about to lose everything. Even my heart. And when one of them decides that’s what he exactly wants, maybe he’ll get it too. After all, the Lords always get what they want. And this time… they want me. __________________ Disclaimer This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, settings, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination.

he asked, frowning and scratching his head. Seeing the presence of his cousin and close friend, Brockley stood up and immediately hugged him. "We will return to the village. Did you know our village's name is Gloriston? The king is now my brother, Lothar!” "Hah? Are you kidding me, Brock?” Lothar's brow furrowed even more. "Go ahead and ask your father yourself! I hope you catch up with your father soon." “Are you going to become a War General?” Lothar smiled very broadly.

Entering the study and seeing familiar faces,Vador smiled. "The lord," They all bowed except Jadis.He responded by nodding. "And why is someone still seated looking annoyed?" Vador asked. Standing up forceful"My lord," she said. "Why are you all here?" "Lady Jadis informed us that a human vampire named Ava is living here," Lord jack replied. Lord over the southern empire and also lady Mary's father,he wanted Vador to marry his daughter but wasn't forceful about it. "That is so against the law dark lord," Lord Matthew replied. He's the human lord in charge of the western empire.

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

The colors of the onis baffled them but they were confident that the commander would be able to handle it. --- Commander Zacharias was evenly matched with the red oni. As more of the hobgoblins died, he was able to summon more minions. He also summoned walls of bone whenever the red oni tried to approach. But the red oni seemed to have an unlimited source of energy and focused on replenishing its horde. It became a battle of attrition.

He loved listening to stories, especially ones about knights and heroes. Rory began to speak, her words weaving a tale of Sir Lancelot and King Arthur. She spoke of how Sir Lancelot had been the bravest and most loyal of all the knights, always ready to defend his king and his country. Marcus listened with rapt attention, his mind filled with images of sword fights and daring rescues. He could almost hear the clash of steel as Sir Lancelot battled his enemies and the cheers of the crowds as he rode through the streets.

Mane, Lam and Lily sat silently and listened to City Lord Sutton speak of the Legend of the Black Dragon Of The East. Although they knew the legend, they didn’t interrupt. Rather they chose to listen silently. They knew that City Lord Sutton needed to use the story of the Black Dragon’s legend to build up to what they really wanted to know. Soon, what they were waiting for came up, and their ears perked up just a bit more – an instinctive reaction – when they realised that the information they were waiting for was coming up.

Governor Victor looked at the Gene Fighters in front of him and said angrily, "Milord? What other lords are there in this City of Wind Demons?" ... The Gene Fighters said, "It's Lord Lucas!" "What?" When the Governor, Victor, heard this, he couldn't bear it. He immediately jumped up from his throne.