Novel & Cerita The Dark Lord's Confession Novel

Silence - that was all that met Caesar's words. King Miley could feel his chest burning already. "I did all the work, Miley" he went on. "I destroyed the confessor's camp, captured the last confessor, caged her powers with a Rada'Han. And now that she's humble and vulnerable, you suddenly show up and want me to hand her over like I'm so errand boy?" He scoffed and leaned forward, making his gaze close enough to Miley. Then, he whispered: "Are you kidding me?"

"I love you" The white light stretching in front of him as it hits him. To know nothing after it . Everything goes dark, as he feels his consciousness fading. His body burns with the current, thrashing to only silent down . Staring at the full moon above with his moist eyes going still, he finally submits to darkness that laid the foundation of the rise of the one only know in books. It was indeed. "The begining of the death wolf" ........ Book 1 End. Book 2 titled : The Rise of death

the trembling man said, bewildered by the words just uttered out by the Dark Lord’s mouth. “Bring back the corpse of a dead seer was prohibited in the prophecy !! Then why the fuck did you bring it back ? Don’t you see what YOU FUCKING DID ?” the Dark Overlord suddenly raised his voice and punched his best warrior in the gut. The anger and frustration built in him had taken the physical manifestation of a punch and soon enough the victim was choking on his own blood. “You just triggered the prophesy, Cinderella,” the Dark Lord gruffed before delivering the final blow.

“You carry the Veilblade. You came seeking answers. You walked willingly into the maw of fate. And now, you will understand what it truly means.” Elior braced himself as the world darkened. The throne room shattered, and suddenly, he was standing somewhere else. A battlefield. Blood soaked the earth, bodies littered the ground. Soldiers clashed—werewolves, warriors, kings—all of them caught in an endless war. And in the center of it all, the First King stood, wielding a blade that pulsed with dark energy. The same energy that now coiled around Elior’s own weapon. Elior staggered back, breath catching. “This—this is—”

“Whoever works on the side of the Dark King, I have nothing to do with him at all.” Arthur looked at him innocently before saying “But I don’t work with the Dark Lord. How can I work with him, my son? Betray your trust in me like this.” Everyone looked at him in surprise, and Leo said calmly "Arthur is the Dark Lord himself. He and Sauron are one and the same person." Everyone's eyes widened in shock, while Arter laughed hard as he looked at Leo "I have to admit that I never expected this from you. You really didn't expect it. What made you betray me?"

A chorus of footsteps echoed through the trembling halls. The Council of the Dark World entered, seven cloaked figures enshrouded in shadows deeper than night. Their eyes glowed like stars, void of mercy. They floated inches above the broken floor, untouched by the chaos. Behind them trailed ancient chains of divine origin, dragging like the toll of death. Lucifer froze. "You!" he spat. "Show dare you walk into my dominion without any respect?" One of the Council members stepped forward, her voice calm as death. "This is no longer your dominion, Lucifer. You have broken the covenant. You have tampered with the primal balance of the world."

His heart raced so fast it hurt. The footsteps got closer. The shadow moved forward. The door creaked wider. Eli whispered one last time, his voice barely a whisper. “Cove… please… they are here. I am hiding. The dark is coming.” The shadow stepped inside. The darkness closed around him completely.

"If you want to read about your dear warlord, the library's got a fine copy of his story." "Wait!" I said, lowering my hand. "One more thing. What year is it?" He looked puzzled. "You really hit your head, didn't you? It's the year 1568." The words struck harder than any blade. I took a step back, dizzy, my vision swimming again. The man frowned. "You sure you're all right?" I barely heard him. "And… and the blacksmith," I managed to whisper. "The one Darius murdered — his wife, his daughters. Do you know of them?"

But standing here, with him, I’m not so sure. “You said we started the war,” Dominic continues, “but that’s not entirely true. We were Shifters once. Until your family cursed us.” Ice slips through my veins. “What?” I know the story of the witch cursing the first Wyres. But he didn’t say witch. “Come on.” Dominic avoids my gaze, turning back toward the house. “It’s late. You should be inside. Can’t miss breakfast again.” I look back over the valley one more time, burning it into my memory. With one last breath, I savor the small taste of freedom he gave me tonight. And then I head back to my new prison.

He sits down on the couch, nervously twirling his glass of whiskey. - So wait, wait, what is it, everything I wrote comes true, do you materialize like someone else? Conrod asks in an agitated voice, stuttering slightly. The desire to find answers to questions overcame fear and surprise. Dook smiles slightly. - Oh no, that you are my friend, we exist independently of your mind, we and other dark creatures have been living in this world since time immemorial. Everything is actually much simpler, your dreams are prophetic visions of events taking place among the dark clans. The book describes events that happened about six months ago, and I assume you still have similar dreams, am I right? Duk