The Rise Of A Dark Lord Novels & Stories

She said, walking with a huge book, "There was a huge disturbance earlier, and I could not shake off the feeling of something is wrong." She walked closer to the man opening the book. There were some words written in an unknown language. "This book was written by one of the dark lords years back about how to open and close the doorway. However, it gives a detailed description of how to do it; it's not complete. It was later found out the Dark Lord had betrayed the Dark king and escaped with the help of a human woman and a witch. He took the other half of the book with him, which gives clear ways of opening the door permanently." The woman was a dark lord in charge of training and preparing w

“He is nothing more than a distraction and since they have his previous captives, it will cause chaos and will help us get away more easily. I have no intention of giving him anything or binding our coven to him in any way. He will get what he wants or they’ll kill him. It doesn’t matter to me either way. Have you seen a dragon that you want, Lars? I intend to repay you for your dedicated service.” “I would like an earth dragon, Priestess. There is one ... I can’t be positive, but it looks like it might have all of the elements. I thought that you would want that one, in particular.” I look at him more carefully. “All the elements?” “It looks like the mother, with scales in the colors of the

Every blow he delivered carried the weight of something unnatural. Dark magic. Draven narrowed his eyes. "They've been tampered with," he muttered under his breath, parrying another brutal strike. "Enhanced beyond natural means." Kael’s movements were faster, stronger, almost berserker-like. Around them, werewolf warriors fought with an edge that even seasoned vampires struggled to match. And then, the first light of dawn touched the horizon. Draven felt the heat kiss his skin—a warning most vampires would dread. Around him, his warriors hesitated, confused, their instincts screaming to retreat from the rising sun.

I added. Cora stepped even closer. “You are underestimating him,” she said quietly. “He was always weaker," I replied nonchalantly. “So were you, and look who you are now.” That made me pause. She took another step. “Marcus took over the southern rogues—wolves who hated anything that looked like order, a hungry set of wild wolves... unified by one man, under his authority, he leads them.” I bit my tongue, tasting blood. “You’re not the only one who found strength in pain, Lev.”

This moment was one of them. He cleared his throat and announced, "Fear spread in all ten directions, Whose name itself brings the enemy down on his knees, His terror darker than the dark night itself, Hail to the Lord of Lords, THE DARK LORD!" People's hearts skipped a beat. The moment for which they were waiting, the moment which they had no hope to see the lord, was arriving. They all held their heart and fixed their attention to the stairs. A tall, intimidating figure marched down the stairs. His long black robe swept the stairs as he walked. His face was covered with a grotesque metal mask. He had visible muscles showing his strength through the armor suit. The Dark Lord, Helios arrived

He took a deep breath and continued. "I was in the middle of interviewing a young woman to the Office of Divination Professor, when she went into a trance and made a prophecy. She said: The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…" Dumbledore stood there, looking at Erik.

His total possession showed evil imbalances, making possible a blend of the two intrinsic personalities inside the vessel. His power is greater than that of the most powerful witches and appear to be almost impossible to kill with human weapons, as their wounds heal in a matter of seconds without causing the slightest pain as if stabbing a puppet. The Dark Lord is a trickster in the greatest degree, able to whisper in the ear of men exactly what they want to hear, manipulating them to make the most nefarious actions, with the promise of power, wealth, health and everything that anyone could want. His magic, as rough as it is mainly based on bloodshed and violence of all sorts, to the point t

Victory is in sight. As we were cutting down more of the dark forces, the earth began to shake, and I heard an angry growl. “Enough of this. Can none of you kill a simple teenager?” The dark lord yelled. “Must I do everything on my own?” The dark lord started walking towards the battlefield aiming for my location. I had actually stopped moving around so that he could find me. This will be our best chance to get him. Madam Iris and her team tried to cage him, but he threw it off with a wave of his hand.

They want to feast on deceit. He frowned. Maybe it was time to put them in their places. It was about time they ate their words. It was about time they knew who ruled the East. It was about time they knew who sat on the throne. It was about time they bowed to their Imperial Grace. In a split second, his robe was on the floor and he was headed to his warm inbuilt pool. He drowned in the heat. . .

My hand was back to its hideous features as I let go of her. Moments later I was sucked back to my chamber, I hurriedly went back to the book and flipping it back and forth. "The Damnation Curse of the Sorceress" it was stated there that the curse could never be broken, unless with a special power of the chosen one. I had found the chosen one, and the healer, then I had found the witch moments ago, the sorceress heir. I recognized the light brown eyes and the freckles, all of her people had the same exact characteristic features.