Lord Of Mysteries Novels & Stories

I think I need to find him… but if I do, how can I find him when I don’t know what he looks like? Will he come to my rescue? Will he end these mysteries?

My skin flushed red hot, every nerve ending in my body suddenly screaming in bizarre, frantic awareness. Two broad, claw-scarred leather boots came to a halt directly in front of my face. I forced myself to look up. Lucan Ashcroft. The Alpha Lord of the Moonsong Dominion. The supreme heir to the Silverclaw monarchy, and the most feared warrior in the seven territories.

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.

There will be serious consequences! - In the luxurious mansion, the family retainer rushed into Liana's room with a panic-stricken look. “Ms. Yarborough! Our financial systems in Mirage City are under a mysterious hacker attack. We've lost a massive amount of money in just five minutes!” Liana was lounging on a leather sofa, admiring the calligraphy Frederick had left behind at the recent auction. She couldn't help but praise, “It captures his essence perfectly! This truly reflects the presence of Hades, the Dark Monarch!”

The following day, I found myself perched on the couch as I waited for them to return, clutching the box like it was a lifeline. Then came the knock—thud, thud, thud. "Sir, you're here!" The door revealed a group larger than yesterday's trio, including Scarface. A few new faces had joined the crowd. "I didn't trust you to play fair, so I brought extra backup." Scarface motioned, and his goons tied me up and grabbed the box. With his nod, the box was cracked open and inspected with a few prods. My heart was slamming against my chest, and it was the only sound in the tense quiet.

Meeting Sam's piercing gaze filled it with dread, and it quickly turned to Aria, its eyes flitting about as it said, "As if I'd dare ask my lord about his current whereabouts. The masters atop Mount Dracotigris likely know better than I do. They're more vigilant against my lord." Aria wasn't that gullible. She raised a brow. "You said that he was waiting for my younger brother." "Uh, this is something every arcane seeker knows. Don't you know?" the majestic lizard said, its tone serious. "The lord only arises when the primordial beasts acknowledge him as their master. That's why I wanted to take Chaos with me—to search for signs of the lord." The majestic lizard wasn't lying about this. It'd

“Of course, he would still be slithering in the shadows. Cockroaches like him are hard to kill.” In the past four years, the Moonlord Pack had kept quiet, too focused on rebuilding their economy to provoke us. But if Hector was alive, if that network had survived... Rome continued, “The Crown Prince is requesting any intelligence we have on Midnight Mystery. He wants to understand how we tracked and dismantled the rogue sites. He mentioned that we have made great progress. But we made the progress using the plan developed by Vespara.” That caught my attention. I leaned back slightly.

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Leaning against the black marble fountain, surrounded by his entourage like a king with his court, was the kind of boy who didn’t need to announce his dominance—the world simply bent to his will. Damien Leclair. The name was already infamous. Halewood’s untouchable. Wealthy. Brilliant. Arrogant. Every rumor painted him as something between a genius and a devil, a man who could destroy you with one look. His sharp jawline, his tailored blazer—he didn’t wear the school uniform, he commanded it. And his eyes… God. They weren’t the usual hazel or brown or blue—they were storm-gray, cold and sharp, as though he’d swallowed thunderclouds. When they locked on me, just for a fleeting second, I felt

Sigh… I nodded back, easing myself onto the throne. “So, what is it that you wanted me to attend to?” I asked, glancing briefly at the two strangers. One of the men stepped forward and bowed. “It’s so good to see you, Lord Wolfe. I have heard a lot about you.” I raised a brow. “Nobody asked what you heard. State your claim, or whatever.” He cleared his throat. “Well, my name is Lucas, and I’m a rogue from the Cursed lands.” I sighed internally. This idiot should just go straight to the point. I left my mate for this?