Valley Of The Dark Lords Novels & Stories

“Leo’s loyalty was never with us. It was with Valen from the start. He’s a snake, and he’ll pay for what he’s done.” Dorian’s ears twitched at their words, but he didn’t turn around. He couldn’t afford distractions, not now. His warriors needed to see him as a leader, unbroken and undeterred. He exhaled slowly, forcing the pain from his wound to the back of his mind. The battlefield required focus, and focus he would give. As the first wave of Valen’s forces emerged from the mist, a low growl rumbled from Dorian’s chest. Wolves of varying sizes padded forward alongside humanoid soldiers, their eyes glowing red in the darkness. These weren’t ordinary wolves; they were vicious and deadly.

She hasn't even shifted yet! Another branch snap under my weight, echoing in the dark but green forest. I close my eyes to calm my nervous heart. There's obviously no one around, but if there is... There's no escaping, I'm doomed. Continuing eastward, I reach a large valley, which is obviously bad for me because the trees cover me and makes it easier to hide. Without it, I'm exposed to attacks. The Malvore territory has been coveted for hundreds of years. Greedy eyed wolves patrol the outskirts of the territory looking for a weakness, so they can attack.

What could the Velkrins or vampires possibly want with her? “Where did Leora take her to?” Korran growled. “Speak, and I might show you and your household mercy.” “The stone valley,” he replied. “Then you have sacrificed an innocent life,” Korran said. “The stone valley is for witches, and Maera is not a witch.” At this point, I could not control Circux anymore. Claws burst forth of my hands ripping Alaric's head off, as his body dropped to the ground.

She may not feel it, the pull, but she would soon enough. Throughout the ensuing chaos, no one noticed the looming figure across the bar, watching their every move. He knew where she lived now. He would exact his revenge. He was sure he could convince the dark lord to take him under his wing, for a demon had no feelings, and would accept his sacrifice, no matter if he seemed to care for her.

She ponders into the darkness with a heavy heart, wagering her options over and over again till she is back at the beginning and then again. A flashlight shines from the end of the room, followed by thudding steps. The sound of a stormy weather drizzles through the door as she bends her head towards the direction. The flashlight shines on other ends, revealing the other girls littered on the floor in different sleeping positions and bare bodied, except for the ones who are much younger and are yet to be prepared for transportation. The light steadies on her and for the first moment, she feels her heart cling on the edge of a wall, getting dabbled almost at the verge of falling. The light sha

Am I dying? Before I fell into my deep slumber; I felt my vines wrapped around me. ~~~~~ Val’s POV I strolled around the ruined village near the eastern part of the magic realm while hiding in the shadows; I saw a lot of goblins lingered around. Not just goblins, but also demons controlling the goblins. I cursed under my breath when I saw a lot of naked women tied up in the ground and post while the goblins are torturing them. I clenched my jaw and my vision darkened. How dare they?!

These jokers surely had to come soon, they only gave us enough food for a couple days. We were deep in a game of Bull Shit, one of my favorite card games when we heard someone. We both clung to each other and waited. After several locks and a bunch of noise, the door opened and there stood three guys, all in black with ski masks on. Sorry asses, can’t even show their faces. “You!” The guy pointed at Eve. We held each other tight. He walked toward her with a newspaper, shit he was going to do a ransom video or something, I’ve seen these on TV.

They looked like floating cathedrals of black iron and crimson glass, radiating an ancient, suffocating aura of death and aristocratic malice. "The Sanguine Court," Valerius whispered, a rare, genuine tremor of fear in his voice. "The true Lords of the Dark Nebula. My... family." Scarlett looked at the massive, blood-red fleet, her mind rapidly scanning the fragmented memories of her First Weaver past, searching for data on the Sanguine entities. "I thought you were the last of your kind in this dimension," Caleb said, his jaw clenching. "I was hiding in this dimension," Valerius corrected bitterly. "When you tore open the multiversal gates to fight the Guild, the energy spike acted as a bea

Lucia shook her head again. "Valerie deserves to die, it's only fair if she does. How can Haunter die for committing the same offense she did but has died while she doesn't! Fucking hell!" Sage spatted. "The difference between Haunter and Valerie is, he stole from the clan, I bet you didn't know that, then he was trying to hit on boss' slave and escaping with boss unborn child, of course he deserves to die" Lucia let out a scoff. "And Valerie doesn't just because she's pregnant?" Sage looked really angry.

“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