Novel & Cerita Lord Of Mysteries

"Who are you?" The foreman beside her stammered. "What are you?" A voice from the crowd shouted, "A god! He's a god among men!" I shook my head. "No," I said quietly. "I'm no god. I'm a man, like you all." They stared, waiting for an introduction. "My name is Ala—" I stopped. No. Not Alaric Thorn. That name belonged to a ghost buried four hundred years ago. "…Alen," I finished softly.

“Attempt so than.” “That was why I was sent here.” He admitted. “But I’ve come to hear whispers of late. And this close to you now, I’m certain they are true.” “Whispers about what?” “That you are not merely the King’s minion. That you may be something more.” “And you’ve decided, have you?” Warlord eyed him suspiciously. “I can sense what you are.” “A mage. Everyone knows that.” “But not that you’re also a wolf.” Warlord’s head cocked in interest. “And what would make you think that?”

What do you need from me )) {{ he said his dark lord is called Raymus and he’s located at the place of beginnings }} I froze, wasn’t that man sent down here on punishment how the hell did he manage to gain followers and make league with Vampires! Is he targeting my family on purpose or something?! {{ Jewel? You there? }} (( yes, sorry I got lost in thought for a minute there )) {{ do you know where the place is }}

"A war is coming, Thaddeus. One that threatens our existence." "You are speaking of Morpheus and his plan to engage the Lycans by targeting the rogues." "That is but the beginning. Morpheus is but a pawn in a bigger game, I fear." "A game commanded by who?" Thaddeus asked. "That I don't know. Whoever the mystery player is, he or she is cloaked." "Hidden? From you?" Toni paused in her nibbling of cheese at his surprise. She got the impression this was bad news.

”Kris and Keaton will soon return, their food is the only thing left, we’ve got to find a job soon, we have less foodstuffs left at home“ She sighed, I looked at her and nod my head collecting the juice and popcorn. She turned on the tv and a news popped out, it was about a blast of the golden mansion, it was blown up by unknown group of people who still remained unidentified Isabel changed the channel to av and insert a movie , my favorite series, Alchemy of souls. ”Thinking about that news, I’ll love to join those groups, I think they are of mafia gang, God I love mafia lords, remember that story I once read, what’s the name again, the mafia lord obsession “

And Beatrice fell down back on the floor, the sword falling alongside her to have the Lord wrap his arm around her. "What happened here?" He asked, his expression darkening as he turned to they other three women. "She's... Beatrice is a sorcerer?" Melinda asked, with her eyes wide open as she blinked waiting for answers from the Lord. "This should be a secret. I would like for everyone to leave." The Lord said, his brows knitted to a frown. He grabbed the sword that had fell down and hissed as it burnt his hand and he let it go quickly. She had almost waken the sword and damn! He wasn't even around.

Melanie thought in horror. "He is dead to me the moment he decided to become a spy. And now, you are dead too. Nobody questions me" the Lord billowed and pierced the figure bowing down on the ground with his sharp tail-like thing. Unknown to anyone present in that hall, it resembled the exact picture, that was shown to the Lords by Lord agamanan predicting the arrival of Apocalypse. It was showing the lord piercing his subject with his sharp tail and a shadow being a witness to it all.

I licked my lips and slipped my hand to my left jacket pocket, causing the statue guy to go rigid. I turned to face him, lifting a brow when I pulled my Cuban cigar. I hated this shit, but I wanted to get pissed and fill my blood with rage before I faced him. Then he marched in. The one and only Francois Xavier. Or should I say, Oliver Huxley? An eerie feeling surrounded us. My world spun, then everything blurred around us. My heartbeat went unsteady. I could feel the sweat beaded on my forehead as I stood there like I was slowly turning into a stone.

Darkous chuckled, closing the distance between them. The dark lord’s figure loomed over the princess, her tiny height barely passing his elbow. He leaned towards her, carefully unravelling the hair from her face. Darkous’ hand froze over her ear as he moved the land strand away from Elika’s face as she trembled; his mechanical white eyes widening in shock. He took a step back as she watched, tilting his head down at her in confusion. She remained still in Michael’s grasp, her mind racing with questions. Why did he look confused? He had seen her face before, yes; it was either covered with blood or the powder her mother forced her to wear. But, he had seen her. It was as though the dark lord