Romans & histoires The Rise Of A Dark Lord

My fans, and the wider public who realized they had been manipulated, were more than furious. Groups of them gathered and confronted Jack with countless methods of torment. His reputation was destroyed. Debt crushed him. Abuse followed him everywhere he went. He lived like a stray dog—cornered, humiliated, barely holding on—until he couldn’t bear it anymore. He threw himself from the eighteenth floor. He landed face-to-face with Alanna’s wandering spirit. Alanna spat at him in disgust before turning away, wanting to follow me. But by then, I had already let go of everything.

The frost on the glass had grown thicker now, forming jagged patterns that looked like claws. “Then I will be the first,” I said. Lisa shook her head immediately. “No. No, this is insane.” “I’ve prepared for this my whole life,” I said. Mother laughed bitterly through her tears. “You prepared to marry a prince, Diana. Not him. Not that monster.” Maybe she was right. No one could prepare for Prince Draven, but it didn’t matter anymore. Father slowly lifted his head from his hands. The helplessness on his face was heartbreaking, but when he looked at me, his had eyes cleared. He forced himself to stand, his posture straightening as he reclaimed the heavy mantle of a king.

He didn’t need more issues that he already has, so I kept silent, yet my mind couldn’t. On the twentieth blue moon, a new Luna will take her place, and noble blood will be spilled for the sake of the throne. Darkness will fall, and betrayal will tear the pack apart; one a galloper, one a fellow. With the new blood's arrival, the curse will remain still. No magic can save the warrior's wretched fate, only the blood of his newborn can do.

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

Orathe looked at me with a serious expression, saying, "There is a riot in the Dark Forest. Numerous rogues broke through the blockade and started attacking our pack. Gray is leading our pack in the fight." "What's going on?" I was shocked. Blood Dawn was always responsible for guarding the Dark Forest, and there had never been a problem. How could a riot suddenly occur? Orathe looked at me, "This attack is unusual because the Lord of Dark has awakened. It was once sealed in the Dark Forest, but after awakening this time, it gave rogues a tremendous boost in strength, easily breaking through our defenses." The Lord of Dark, a name I have never heard, but just from that name, I sense a bit of

“They’ll pay to keep her hidden. But there’s more. If we position her right….we could finally move from being Capo to becoming Dons.” His gaze glinted, his approval evident. “This is bold, Damian. What’s your angle?” “I’ll bring her into the fold,” My father chuckled, the sound low and sinister. “We’ve played in the shadows long enough,” my father said, standing and clasping my shoulder. “It’s time the Aldoracco name becomes synonymous with absolute power. And you, my son, will lead us there.” The moment we walked out of my father's office, I addressed my assistant, fixing him with a cold stare.

Colder than rage. And for the first time… the Dark Lord had met his equal.