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"I prefer we stop any form of relationship with human females—sexual relationship, friendship, or otherwise. We should only take them as our servants. That way, we can detect who she is, and, in that case, no strings would be attached when the female is found." "I disagree with that," Landon shot. "Well, I agree with that. Besides, Lord Ralph is our new Lord of Lords. His wish is our command," Andres said. "He is saying that because of me. Can't you all see?" "Lord Landon, behave yourself. You cannot always get what you want. It is nobody's fault that you love women. We are doing this for our own good."

a dwarf with a height of less than four feet, acquiesced before him. An orgy? Wait, she knew that word. Was it not a party full of drinking and wild sexual activity? "How many times have I told you to never interrupt my meetings Elzar?" Waylon thundered annoyed. "I am sorry my lord, but you sounded eager when you gave instructions to invite them over," he explained. Waylon swung his gaze to Drac "Why is he talking to me? How many times do I have to demand that hierarchy should be observed? Do you look down on me because this is not a real dynasty?"

“But Sire…your father and the Alpha Lords have agreed to have him rule Eptomaniac. Why do you want to go against the covenant rules of the Alpha Lords?” “To hell with the damn rules. I must rule Eptomaniac, whether anyone likes it or not. I don’t care. Why do they themselves not set rules and live by them. The older of a pair takes the crown. How dare them appoint Lothaire? Has it been done anywhere at anytime, ever since we left our place on earth? To hell with the Alpha Lords!” "Sire, please for your life, lower your voice. They hear and see everything now. Especially as the Alpha Supreme has made himself immortal, and he is now a God, our God, Sire."

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

🌍 Court of Earth - Stability, legacy, decay, unyielding will Lady Teryn Mossvale - a noblewoman with roots deeper than trees, known for speaking with stone Lord Garrik Mossvale - stubborn, brutal, carved from granite, his loyalty is only to the realm 🌬️ Court of Air - Freedom, thought, illusion, whispers Lady Elira Windthorn - laughs like a bell, cuts like a blade, master of illusioncraft Lord Thayen Windthorn - golden boy of the skies, but has secrets buried in clouded pasts 🌑 Court of Shadow - Secrets, pain, seduction, silence Lady Vireya Noxmere - rumored assassin, voice like silk over a blade Lord Zevric Noxmere - speaks in riddles, known for knowing everything, his loyalty is a myth

With that in mind, Gerald then asked in a rather surprised tone, “…The magnificent lord…? Are you referring to Queena?” “Indeed I am! Just so you know how powerful the magnificent lord is, I’ll let you in on a little something. You should very well be aware that there are three main religions and nine schools of thoughts, correct? Well, I’ll have you know that all three religions are already under the control of our magnificent lord! Due to that, we have religious disciples all over the world! With that in mind, know that you’ll never be able to truly escape from our magnificent lord!” sneered the old woman.

His eyes move over me — grey robe, no clan mark, white hair, the iron Outer Disciple tag at my collar — and his expression does the rapid calculation of someone determining threat level and finding the number low. "New intake," he says. "This isn't your concern. Wait your turn." "I read the rules pamphlet," I say. "Page fourteen, paragraph three. Senior disciples are prohibited from leveraging rank differential for personal resource extraction. That's the rule. You're currently breaking it in front of twelve witnesses." One of the disciples on the bench — a girl with Frost Moon Kingdom robes, Spirit Awakening Stage 2 — looks between me and Ren with an expression of someone watching a situati

From within, he withdrew an old scroll bound in waxed crimson leather—one I had never seen before. “There’s a reason why only three of the Five Lords are ever permitted to wake at once,” he began. “One to carry the past—the wisdom of what was—me. One to rule in the present—you. And one to embody the future—Martina. The balance is delicate. Three minds. Three hearts. Three pools of power.” He turned back toward me, eyes haunted. “But Volodymir… Volodymir is not merely a Lord. He is something older. Something forged in war and sealed by necessity.”

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 42: Divine Judgment Lord Caswell straightened to his full height, the desperate courage of a cornered man flooding his features. Behind him, Lord Brennan and Count Aldric flanked him with the coordinated movement of conspirators who'd planned for this possibility. "You want a challenge?" Caswell snarled, his voice cracking with strain but carrying the venom of someone who'd gone past the point of caring about consequences. "You think pregnancy makes you untouchable? You think we'll cower before some merchant's whore who stumbled into a crown?"