Lord Of Mysteries の小説・ストーリー

The maid nodded, confirming her words. She then frowned as she said seriously, “The boss is going to marry the only Mafia princess of the Gonzalo clan and her name is Miracle Gonzalo.”

If Lord Markis told Dominic that the origin of the curse was inside that thing, then what was Dominic’s plan for it? What caught my attention was the Moon insignia that was carved in the middle of the box. I had seen it before. Perhaps it's on the arched gates of the Moon Wolf Spring? On the Moon Wolf Altar? Everything was connected to everyone. And the origin of all the mysteries that were hiding in this land started in this Tomb. The Wolf Tomb. And it had to end here. I attempted to touch it, but a powerful force stopped me. It felt hot—like I touched a scorching surface. It didn’t want me to open it.

"You have no idea who I am. Or what I’m capable of, princess. But you’ll learn soon enough." Isabella flinched at his outburst. The man before her wasn't the sweet, smooth talking Nikolai that she met last night at the nightclub, the man who had taken her to heaven and back severally. He was Nikolai Volkol, the Don, kingpin of the Russian underworld.

Tristan stood up to greet her, and I followed suit behind him. “Hillary, thank you so much for coming. This is Alpha Draven Douglas, he is my right hand on this mission. The former elder we are tracking down is inside that house down there. However, we can feel a weird energy coming from near the house, and we are worried that it’s a spell hiding what’s really going on. We just don’t want to be ambushed,” Tristan explained. After shaking our hands, she moved past us. She stretched her hands forward, and closed her eyes, assessing the situation.

Eric taunted with a smirk before threatening “Don’t even think about it in this lifetime. Or you will have to live the rest of your life as an eunuch along with the love of your life.” “What is wrong with you?” Lorenzo turned towards Eric frustration and blurted out “I have already met the love of my life and have two kids to prove it.” “Why don’t you cut through the suspense so that he won’t make you go insane before you have the chance to unravel the mystery?” Mark asked in a helpless tone. “I met the Night Lord.” Lorenzo explained “He even bought me back home.” “Why would he do that?” Eric couldn’t help himself “Did you annoy him to the extent that he had no other choice?”

Robert asked. "Yes, I have, although this is my first time in Spain, I've heard his name in the news countless times. He is an underground Mafia, nobody has seen his face, and he is ruthless. I've heard that if anyone finds out his identity, he or she dies." She paused for a while and stared at him, "What does this have to do with him? Do you work for him? Don't tell me you do!" She exclaimed with wide eyes. Robert gulped, "I don't work for him," he said. Ruth sighed, wet her bottom lip with her tongue and shut her eyes, she was scared of the thought that he was working for him.

Her eyes, two glowing orbs of malevolent power, stared unblinkingly at the figure kneeling before her—Lord Draven. Draven, once a powerful and feared vampire lord, now looked like a beaten dog. His normally imposing figure was hunched, his head bowed low in submission. His plan had failed. Despite his careful preparation, his meticulous execution, he had not succeeded in killing Lara, the Luna of Tribiano. Worse still, Magnus had discovered his deception before Draven could strike. Now, he was back in Thana's dark domain, awaiting her judgment.

The floor is pure white stone, cold as winter snow under my bare feet. In the dead centre sits the obsidian table. On top of it lies the black book. It is massive, bound in iron and dragon-hide, requiring the strength of two alpha lycans just to shift it from the stone. But only royal blood can break the seal. I place my right palm flat against the cold leather. "Adriel of the House of Luperca." The iron clasps snap open with a loud click. The pages begin to turn on their own, flipping through centuries of dead kings and forgotten wars until they stop at my own generation.

A dark, malevolent energy shrouded our blood-bond like a thick, black fog. I opened my eyes. Scarlett was staring at me, a smug look on her face. "Can't reach him?" Her tone dripped with scorn. "Looks like he's tired of you." I forced myself to stay calm. "I own this place," I said, my voice low and steady. "I am the true Lord of House Volkov. If you push me, I'll have the goblin bankers show you the blood-sealed deed." At this, Scarlett didn't back down. Instead, she burst into a shrill laugh.

“Just a minute.” She gave me a look and then turned to her friend. I barely paid attention to them as I made her iced latte. But then their words jolted me to attention when I heard the other girl say, “My older brother said that the Lords are back.” “Really? It’s been two years, and there was no news about them till now, are you sure?” “Yeah, my brother always have the right info.” “Well… we’ll have something to talk about in the town, it was getting boring anyways.”