Valley Of The Dark Lords Novels & Stories

The heavens burned a terrible, bleeding crimson. Three colossal winged wolves hovered ominously above Blackthorn Pass, their enormous wingspan completely blotting out the morning sun and casting a suffocating shadow over the valley. Every heavy beat of their feathered wings sent pulsing waves of dark, volatile energy rolling across the frozen battlefield. The frantic clash of swords instantly ceased as a collective terror gripped the valley. Even the brainless shadow soldiers of the Legion stood motionless, bowing their heads in silent reverence. The Eclipse Generals had officially arrived.

This was such a war. I watched the battlefield erupt below me like a furious tempest of fur and steel, driven by the blind and brutal anger of two packs who had nearly destroyed one another, only to be forced to unite against a darkness that was older and hungrier than any of them had ever seen. Domanek Vale…Even in the realm of the spirits, his name was whispered as a curse. A mortal man who had allowed the shadows of the underworld to nest inside his soul until he was nothing but a vessel for their insatiable hunger for blood and chaos.

“The Mother appeared. She was created from pure love, devotion, and happiness. All her joy and love materialized and formed the world we know. The Mother divided the world into six parts. The Kingdom of Winter came first, with its tall mountains and northern location, a place of endless cold. The Kingdom of Darkness came next, farthest to the south, where the sun didn’t shine as brightly, and the stars shone the strongest. The Kingdom of Summer came third, where the sun shone the most, and the warmth filled and illuminated the kingdom. The Mother combined the three kingdoms and created the Kingdom of Autumn and the Kingdom of Spring from them.” Only five kingdoms were explained—no mention of

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

Valerius didnt just refuse the magical evolution that modern wolves go through… no, he had chained that dark magic of vampires and shoved it into himself, to squeeze out some raw physical dominance. Valerius stepped onto the wet sand of the beach. Then, with a lazy flick of his massive wrist, a wave of dark red energy shot forward, and it simply erased the last Lycan soldiers of his own vanguard, the ones who somehow failed to kill us. "You wear the armor of the Old World, little King," Emperor Valerius’s voice was a dark, echoing emptiness, pressing against my eardrums like it meant to bruise them. "But you still stink of sentiment and weakness."

“What’s going on, Valen? What is it?” Valen hesitated, his gaze flickering briefly toward the distant palace walls before meeting her eyes. “I have news, Your Majesty. News that you may not want to hear.” Her stomach dropped. “What is it? You’re scaring me.” “There are rumors,” he began, his voice lower than usual, “whispers from the east. The Dark One, he’s moving again.”

"I am the only sane and alive wife of your father but what I am getting?... Humiliation and disrespect, each and every fucking day... This throne should have been Tyson's because he was the legit heir with a living mother but Rafael killed your father and snatched the throne..." "Anyway it belonged to Rafael because he is the older one after the death of Laurence..." Kat couldn't believe that her mother was still in delusion. "Ohh, shut up!... Mikhail killed Laurence..." She said hatefully. "These brothers want to kill all of us and take all the power... But karma is watching..." "They don't need to snatch... It's theirs" Kat gritted. "If you don't stop this then you will end up dead... I am

Viper managed to cry out, all the while feeling the wrenching pain that was in her guts as she tried to stand using her hands and knees. “Why I’m killing you?” Xander spoke, his cool yet firm voice still betraying his evil deeds. “Have you ever heard about the Darkforce?” The Viper was too confused and in pain to answer. “Well, let’s just say that place sucks like hell!” he spat, “it is hell, actually! The souls of the damned and all that shit that it seemed impossible to get out of until this guy, calls himself Prometheus and claims to be a god and all that he could get us out only of I could help him find some mysterious cosmic artifact...”

A horrible growling sound echoed around the forest. Rogues.