Lord Of Mysteries Epub Novels & Stories

Conversations quieted. Lily saw Luke stiffen beside her. The noble continued. “A ruler cannot simply claim loyalty through victory. Especially one who keeps… mysterious company.” His gaze slid toward Lily. The room followed. Dozens. Hundreds. Eyes. Her chest tightened. The warmth inside her flared. “I mean no disrespect,” the noble said, clearly meaning the opposite, “but rumors spread quickly. A woman of divine blood. Untested. Uncontrolled. Living inside our kingdom walls.” The word uncontrolled hit something deep and fragile inside her.

The custom piece was named “Starless Night.” The receipt listed rare materials, months of handcrafted labor, and a price that could buy silence—or loyalty—in the underworld. At the bottom, the recipient’s name was handwritten. Not mine. Not Daniel’s fiancée. I stared at that thin slip of paper for a long time, then dialed my brother’s number. Ethan. My older brother wasn’t just family— he was one of the most discreet private investigators in Europe.

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

"We stopped at the Vanderwolf mansion for the Alpha's help in finding Mystic Mountain, and he showed up. He was looking for you. He said you took something that belonged to your stepmother." Lazarus growled low in his throat—a sharp, vibrating sound that sent shivers down everybody's spine, including mine. "So he knows I took the Book of the Gods... damn him. Did he say anything else?" "Not really," Theodore answered. "Only that you left with werewolves and a human."

Even from atop the wall, Elara could feel powerful magic radiating from it. Old magic. Ancient magic. The chest was carefully opened. Inside rested a single book. --- Gasps erupted among the nobles. The book looked older than anything most of them had ever seen. Its leather cover was cracked with age. Silver symbols decorated the binding. The moment Elara looked at it, something inside her stirred. Recognition. Not conscious recognition. Something deeper. Something instinctive. The Alpha lifted the book carefully. "This is the Chronicle of Luna." Even Lucien's eyes narrowed.

For a newbie Lord, that's unusual. Second fact that makes Oliver uneasy is that his past history is nowhere to be found. But he's registered as an impure vampire in the record office of the castle. So what happened to him before and who he was are completely unknown! And the third and foremost one is that none in his clan has ever seen him use his power and yet he was able to cure the Count Lord. It's as if Uriel exists in this world and at the same time he doesn't. Oliver would've thought of him as a messiah if only he hadn't seen Fiona's scared look. As her lover, he's well aware of her power of identifying people. Unless she had seen something scary, that fear which appeared on her face w

"Try to find the section with the title 'Amulet'." "Alright." Cassandra flipped through the pages, describing the contents to Vasilisa to check if she had stumbled across the Amulet's recipe yet. "This page has several onion-like plants and nude women," she told the Czarevna. "I think that is the one," Cassandra did as she was told. "But really, why so many nude women in your grimoire?" Cassandra couldn't help asking. But Vasilisa didn't answer her and just went back to pacing back and forth. Ruslan was sitting with Owlyn and the sleeping serpent.

" Clara took the book in her hands and studied the title for a long time. She slid back across the counter towards me. "I'm afraid you won't find him until he wants to be found." It was a qualified magician who handled this book. I can't read anything by touching that book and I couldn't even when I sold it. If that wolf is as powerful as you say, I would remember him. Even my eyes cannot catch anything, except that the wolf who handled this book means much harm to you. "My friend brought it," I said. “His name is Derek. He studies mythology. He probably comes here to buy a lot of books.

"What do you think, Tir? You said magic exists in a way you said as energy and stuff. Does gods from folklores and myths exist too?" "Well, yeah, of course," Tirana said. "Just not in our time. Not anymore. That's why I didn't bring them up. Besides, isn't your Alt'ma comes from another world?" Lars frowned and crossing his arms, lost in thoughts and speculations. He had a hunch that the First King is his most promising lead to unravel the mystery of his power, the necklace and the sword. Then, an idea struck him. Lars bought the book for further reading and took Len and Tirana out of the bookstore. The wide smile on Lars' face and determination on his eyes were quick to caught Len's attenti

I pressed my legs together under the table as his eyes lingered on me, his gaze burning on my neck, my collarbone, my lips, every part of me—parts that he could not even see. I met Adonis and Carlo for the first time when I was young. I feared them. They both carried a heavy aura that wrecked the people closest to them. When Adonis was in the foulest of moods, he would become unrecognisably scary. However, strangely enough, I did not feel an ounce of fear toward Luciano. There was darkness in the very depths of him that radiated through his eyes and the way he surveyed people, in the way he carefully constructed and carried his words, and in his movements and the power he oozed.