Lord Of Mysteries Novels & Stories

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.

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

LANDON'S POV:- He went through everything I had gotten from the cabin of the sorcerers. He was sniffing each and everything one by one. He was the king of the Mafia world and he knew how to handle things like that. He pulled out the hairs of the wolf fur and sniffed them. He stood up, growling in anger. Of course, I knew this was about to happen. That was the reason why I gave him everything to examine instead of telling him what I had found. He had the bits of fur in his hands. He was looking back and forth from me to the fur he had in his hands. "How in fucking hell is this possible? This is near to impossible. How could these reach the cabin where the sorcerers had died?" He asked me whil

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.

He could feel the aura of death lingering around the balls of energy that looked down upon all of mankind, and he felt his chest construct in pain in response. "First came the God Killer...now this person. How many more freaks would appear?" the Dragon Lord sighed and slumped onto his seat as a wave of exhaustion washed over him. His eyes were clouded as a feeling of helplessness seeped into his bones. Of course he had no idea that Mane and this mystery person were the same

That huge hand immediately grabbed Nature’s Book. “It’s the Flayed Lord! That old fart is really still here!” Lucretia said, “Nature’s Book is now on the ninth floor. All the lords on the ninth floor will be able to sense it. The Nature’s Book is the only tool that gets the lords out of the cage, so they will definitely snatch it like lunatics.” As soon as her voice fell, Alex rushed over. He was still inside the stronghold just now. Suddenly, he arrived in front of that enormous palm.

Luke was jolted out from his thoughts and he turned around to see Razor standing by the door. "How did it go?" Luke enquired. "It was a success." Razor replied proudly. " The werewolves are dead." "Are you sure?" Luke gave him a questioning gaze. "Yes, My lord. I can bet my life on it." A triumphant smile appeared on Luke's face as he clasped his hands together. "Excellent!!" He said " We are one step nearer to my ascension to godhood. Appetizers have been attended to.And now..." Luke faced the window overlooking the town. A dark smile crossed his face. "....The main course. "

The solution, the lord, still unmarried wished to marry one of us and my sister came forward to comply with his demands, as usual sacrificing herself for my sake. My sister's age was closer to his appearance since I don't know what the lord's actual age is, he could be 100, no one knew how old the Vampire lord was but he never looked a day older than 25. He had come in person to ask my sister's hand. My father had begrudgingly given his consent, he was helpless. I had peeked out from our small bedroom and seen him for the first time. His tall stature dwarfed the sofa he was sitting on, his all-black attire and long black hair gave out a fearsome aura. My sister was said to be the fairest mai

exclaimed Leon angrily. “I have a potion to increase energy, but I also have a potion bottle that contains the opposite. The problem is, I forgot which is which," he said, smiling broadly. He then took out two blue bottles that were exactly the same. The two bottles floated in the air before them. "It's like a game of choice," muttered Claire. "Wait! I remember who Dolos is now. He is the god of lies and deceit,” Leon exclaimed. "I don't think you have a choice. You can't get out of this abyss with Eris's energy which isn't enough anymore,” he said again.

Seven mighty Spiritools hovered before him. The room was also filled with heaps of mystique energy crystals, elixirs, and orbs. Every item in the enclosed space was a rare treasure collected from all over the world. However, what excited Logan the most was a golden pearl in his palm. It shone with golden brilliance that seemed to last forever and contained terrifying power. This was the reason the last lord of the Mystique Realm could remain in power and beat Logan to a pulp. It was this golden pearl that shone like a miniature sun, a concentrated object of power.