The Dark Lord's Confession Novel Novels & Stories

Beast lord asked again staring at everyone. " No " Jansen answered " We have been accustom to the situation already than to bother ourselves finding out the real source " " I on the other hand still find it confusing at times " Sidney chipped in " My godfather said a man, Dark his name was cursed by you so he multiply " Beast lord laugh once again before taking a seat before all the people that rewarded him with Their utmost concentration. " Dark is the only son of the goblin Lord, he was Born from the love of my Life Leah, you are right Sidney. i cursed dark from the moment he start breathing "

His trousers were still unzipped, his thick cock partially visible, already hardening again. “Now, look at me,” he commanded, his voice firm. “And tell me what you see.” She looked up, her gaze tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the dark intensity of his eyes. “My… my professor, sir. My doctor.” “No,” he corrected, his voice a low growl. “You see your master, Clara. Your owner. The man who will strip away every last layer of your pathetic innocence and show you true pleasure.” His words, brutal and direct, sliced through her. Yet, instead of flinching, a strange, burning heat flared in her belly. She felt a thrill of delicious terror, a surrender that felt entirely right.

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

I asked, my brows furrowing as I crouched beside him. He wrapped his hand firmly against mine then said, “What if I told you these rogues aren't fighting us through ordinary means? But with dark magic, would you believe me?” He kept his eyes fixed on mine, and my expression turned confused. “I still don’t get what you mean. What exactly are you trying to say?” I asked as he adjusted his position. “I think Dark Lord anticipated our strategy and turned it against us.” “But how is that even possible?” I asked, looking shocked.

“So they can watch how good I fuck you? Or let them stay and be charged for treason.” My face burned with humiliation. Mira and the other maids practically fled the room without another word, the door shutting firmly behind them. The sound of the lock clicking into place sent a jolt of fear and forbidden excitement through me. I swallowed hard, stepping backwards as Soren advanced, peeling his shirt off completely and tossing it aside. His broad shoulders and powerful chest were on full display. “What you are doing is treason, Soren,” I whispered, my voice shaking even as heat pooled low in my belly.

He saw their muscles and their sharp claws, and he knew that even a giant army of werewolves would have a hard time beating them. He walked into the room, his boots clicking on the metal floor, and he felt powerful again. He felt like a king looking at his knights and he didn't care if the whole world was coming for him, because with these soldiers and the power of the Dark Lord, he believed he could destroy everyone. He reached out and touched the glass of one of the tanks, a small smile appeared on his face. "Let them come," Lihont whispered to the quiet room. "Let them come and see what I have built…Tonight, the world will belong to the shadows."

I said doubtfully. Alden seemed to think for a moment, trying to remember. "I'm not sure about this, but I think only someone with magical abilities often manipulates other people's minds. Kingsleigh told me about it once. It's called 'Compulsions'. Why are you asking me that?" "Um...I saw it in one of the books in the library." Whether what I was thinking was true or not, it was clear that I felt something was wrong with Elgar. ***

If I manage to escape, I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." My mind is muddled by his words, wanting to protest to his command, but my body betrays me as I incline my head to the side, pulling my dark hair out of the way and giving him a perfect view of my neck.

- I replied, indignant. - It doesn't matter what time it is.- my mother interjected.- You are not allowed to walk in this forest after dark. Even during the day, it's not completely safe there, a vampire hangs around this woods. And don't even tell me you didn't feel it when you wandered there.- she added, to my surprise, although I shouldn't be surprised, after all, my mother was more powerful than me and was able to sense all kinds of creatures from a great distance. - I felt it only once, late in the evening, at the end of the previous year.- I confessed, quite truthfully.- I never felt it during the day, and today I returned home after dark for the first time in a long while.- I reminded

Fenrir spoke, diverting my attention. “That was fast.” I spoke. “Of course, I’m actually useful.” He spoke, giving Damon a death glare. “I’m listening.” I said. “When you mentioned the entity being a shadow or rather a dark shadow that granted wishes in exchange for souls I thought that sounded familiar—anciently familiar.” He pulled out a book, “Hey, librarian, know about this?” The book was old, with the back pages already peeling off. It read in bold, vintage font, “Elemental Werewolves: The Curse of The Dragon.”