Story Lord Novels & Stories

“Keighley is an Old English name. Something like woodland. I am not sure.” “Do they drink beer or ale?” Xandry laughed. “I agree to disagree, though, but it sounds like a big deal to me because they have this title crest on their arms. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you are an adopted son of an English lord.” I shook my head. “Father was. I’m a bloody nobody.” “It’s good to get out behind the shadow finally, is it?” My gaze snapped to Sean, sitting in the barstool with Bash Hughes.

I pushed my chair in and walked over to him, I cleared my throat and touched his shoulder "Hey we can get going now" Leo's head rolled slowly forward as he woke up his eyes opened as he stretched like a cat "Sorry the magic in here makes me sleepy. Any luck?" "Kind of, I got a lot of information about Wolves, Vampires and Dragons" "Dragons? why would it tell you about those?" His lip curled up in disgust "I don't know, I only asked for twin gifts and it gave me a few books" I shrugged not understanding why he would be disgusted

Rhychard filled his friend in on the new visitor from the Land Under, grateful to actually have someone to talk to about the craziness that was his life. When Rhychard finished his recounting of the morning's events, Trace shook his head. "Wow. A real Lore Master's Apprentice, huh? Cool." He sat quiet for a moment, and then, "What's a Lore Master?" Rhychard took a deep breath. "A pain in my ass, I'm sure."

My skin flushed red hot, every nerve ending in my body suddenly screaming in bizarre, frantic awareness. Two broad, claw-scarred leather boots came to a halt directly in front of my face. I forced myself to look up. Lucan Ashcroft. The Alpha Lord of the Moonsong Dominion. The supreme heir to the Silverclaw monarchy, and the most feared warrior in the seven territories.

The rogue lord stood at the far end, his expression dark and menacing as he watched them approach. "You're too late," the rogue lord growled, his voice filled with malice. "I've already won." Avery stepped forward, her gaze locked on the rogue lord with unwavering resolve. "Not yet," she said firmly. "This ends now." With a fierce battle cry, the pack warriors launched their attack, their movements swift and coordinated as they engaged the rogue lord and his remaining forces. Swords clashed, claws slashed, and teeth gnashed in a chaotic melee that echoed through the chamber.

I slam the sound proof doors and slowly make my way up the grand stairs, my anger heightening with each step, anticipation coiling in my guts. I warned her. I gave her ample time to dissuade her mother from signing that marriage contact. But little Lorie just had to disobey me, didn’t she? Well, time’s up. For all of them. The moment I kick open the door to their bedroom, I already know they’re not here. They escaped. My lips curl in an involuntary grin. This is the reason I’ve been inexplicably drawn to Loriah Steele. Her quickness. She’s always quick to snap back at me.

‘Get the others’ The oldest one instructed and the youngest raced off into the hills, unbeknownst to their Father, the four young Lions had been hedging their bets.They had collected Rogues, three other young Lions, and half a dozen Wolves, they were more than a match for the King and his half breed daughter. Aslan sat on a boulder in the warm evening sunshine, his daughter beside him as they talked, well as they mind-linked. She told him everything about her life growing up, explaining that she never knew who she really was until the war.

All of them spoke simultaneously, refusing to let her downplay the pain she experienced. Tuk! Julian fell into despair. ‘What… what… what…’ His eyes shifted among them with a disbelieving complexion. Your Highness Nathan, the dragon lord. Your Highness Ali, the wingsman lord. Your Highness Ibrahim, the lion lord. Your Highness Juviana, the lord of the central kingdom. Your Highness Miley, the lord of the left kingdom. And most importantly… Your Highness Shadow, the guardian of the three worlds.

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

“Loria! Simon!” Anthony skidded to a halt in front of us, breathless, eyes wide with excitement. “I have to tell you something. I read a whole chapter today—okay, more like five—but this one part was weird. There was this story about a magical storm that scattered wolf packs across the continents. Not like a hurricane—like something that chose where it sent people.” Simon straightened slightly. “A sentient storm?” Anthony nodded eagerly. “They called it ‘The Great Severing.’ But the book was missing pages after that, and Andy says it could be total fiction.”