Lord Of Mysteries นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Their eyes quivered in anticipation. Two traits that they were aware of regarding the lord. First, a smiling lord carried different expressions. Each smile conveyed a different layer of emotion. Second, a mysterious lord was a dangerous lord. Right now, the lord was smiling with a mysterious aura all over. Conan shifted his gaze as Elijah locked her eyes with him. A small smile decorated their lips before they turned their heads to the lord. Her hair and body bobbed up and down, taking her steps languidly as if she had no energy.

She touched the coin, and Landon's true form revealed itself. His beads had darkened to a deep, blood-red hue, forming a circle around his wrist. His skin, ashen and lifeless, exuded a thick shroud of black mist, as if countless malevolent spirits seethed within him. Chains of arcane glyphs bound the mist. But that was not all. Threads of immense fortune wove through the fog, filling his soul to the brim. Was this the karma Tobias had alluded to—the dark secret enveloping Landon?

A cold knot tightened in my stomach. Layla didn't make mistakes. Which meant these omissions weren't accidents. They were intentional. My fingers flew across the keyboard, typing in the strange tattoo i saw inked on Andrés' hand as well as Alessio and the others—Σκοτεινός Άρχοντα—The laptop screen flickered, the glow casting eerie shadows across my face as the search results loaded. My breath caught. 'Dark Lord.' A chill slithered down my spine. It wasn't just a tattoo—it was a title. A badge of allegiance.

“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.

Mathias asked, surprised. Candice had just retrieved her scroll back when Thaddeus suspiciously asked, "This powerful ally, what is his name?" She let a broad smile spread her lips as she clutched the scroll firmly to her chest. "My elders, you know who he is. He is our Lord and Alpha, King Wayne. Son of Warren Wyatt, leader of the pack of the grey wolves. Protector of the plane Weode and all its hinterlands." "Welcome to a new era. You have pledged your allegiance to him and to the new world he will create."

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

he teased, placing a hand on his chest dramatically. “Shut up and talk.” “He is a lot of things, what do you want to know? He asked, pushing my hand when it came close to his face. I almost fell to the ground but steadied myself. “Everything.” “The Lycan Lord,” he began, “is a man of legend, a man that is connected to the history of the beginning, to everything that lives, people see him as a god.” “Do you see him as a god?” I asked.

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?

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

Princess Lesel said with a playful tone. Leon furrowed his brow, contemplating for a moment before nodding. "Fine, one wish. But hurry up, I don't have much time." "Hmm, good. So, the information you're looking for about the 'red salt,' right? You know, that's not an official name or something you can easily find in national archives. I'll give you small clues that can help you find the answers." Leon paid attention to every word Princess Lesel uttered. These small hints might be the key to unraveling the mystery behind the 'red salt' related to The Brave organization.