Lord Of Mysteries Epub Novels & Stories

“I know it sounds batshit insane. Like the caller’s hallucinating or screwing with me. But he knew things—details no one should. And if there’s even a chance…” Lysander held up a hand, stopping me. “It doesn’t sound insane. Not entirely.” I blinked, caught off guard. “What?” He pushed off the table, walking to a bookshelf in the corner crammed with art books, sketchpads, and a few dusty tomes that looked older than the school. He pulled one out—a thick, leather-bound volume with faded gold lettering: “Mythos and Metaphor: Ancient Lore in Modern Art.” He flipped through it, landing on a page with illustrations of snarling wolves under full moons, runes etched around the borders.

CRACK! The ornate pillar shattered, sending fragments flying everywhere. The entire manor shook. Everyone cowered, terrified by the display of raw power. This was the true strength of a thousand-year-old pureblood Lord. Corvus lay in the rubble, blood trickling from his mouth. He struggled to look up at me. His eyes were filled with disbelief and fear. I walked toward him slowly, each step radiating absolute authority. "Now," I said, looking down on him. "Let's settle some old debts."

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.