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Why would this stranger, seemingly powerful and enigmatic, show such a profound sign of respect? Breaking the tense silence, the man finally spoke, his voice resonating with a mixture of authority and humility. "My Lord, Lycan Lord of Chaos," he addressed Lucian, his words laden with a profound significance that sent a shiver down my spine. The revelation hung in the air like a heavy fog, and my mind raced to grasp the magnitude of his declaration. The truth was out—the secret that I had held close, the truth about Lucian's identity, was now exposed. The Lycan Lord of Chaos stood before us, and I couldn't help but wonder how this stranger knew what I had kept hidden from everyone.

“Miss Abby, you’ve been cooped up in here too long. What are you—” Her eyes landed on the book. She froze. Then she dropped the tray right on my desk with a thud. “Where did you get that?” I arched a brow. “It’s from the royal library.” Norma stepped back as if it might bite her. “That’s the Demon Lord’s Grimoire.” I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “Seriously?” “No jokes, Miss Abby!” she hissed. “That book… it’s in all the old tavern stories. The Demon Lord of Thunder and Death. His relic. They say whoever opens it risks being cursed forever.”

If I told them I’d nearly killed myself, they’d be even more worried. Yes. His name is Lohan. To stop me from carrying out plan B the wrong way, he crossed between worlds and got stuck here with me. So plan C has started, but the details are still being worked out. Who is the Mysterious Lord, really? Damian asked. Nicolas had started typing something too, but stopped—probably wanting to ask the same question.

Gloucester's works, a rather torrid Gothic novel. "Your secret?" Zehra's eyes narrowed. He chuckled. "Yes, I like to read novels. This one is a bitwell, I won't spoil it for you." He couldn't wait to see what she thought when she reached the scene where the mysterious lord makes love to Isabelle in the library after dinner in his castle. Would Zehra find any pleasure in that? Or would she be outraged and scandalized? He hoped it was the former. She didn't seem to be the sort of woman who abhorred pleasure; there was an openness and sensuality to her that he could not miss.

Leo grinned, knowing that his offer hit me exactly where he wanted it to. “Speechless, darling ?” I nodded softly, almost like a robot. He lifted himself off the bed and came near to me. His body relaxing as It bent over, his face getting closer. His fingers gently massaged my cheeks. He whispered. “No matter what anyone tells you, do not forget, I am the OverLord of the Mafia. The one and the only boss. All of America is my turf. And when I want something, it's mine already. I… do… not lose.”

he replied. All this time we thought we had been ignored was just another instance of pack neglect by Roland and his pitiful son. “Thank you for clearing that up, your highness. We didn’t know. The whole pack has been under the assumption for years that we have just been ignored. That was what Roland had led us to believe. We weren’t aware that a pack had to be registered. I always assumed that it was a given when a pack was started. Mystic Shadows has been around for nearly one hundred and fifty years, how did it get by without help from the kingdom? Are we considered rogues?” I asked.

"If you want to read about your dear warlord, the library's got a fine copy of his story." "Wait!" I said, lowering my hand. "One more thing. What year is it?" He looked puzzled. "You really hit your head, didn't you? It's the year 1568." The words struck harder than any blade. I took a step back, dizzy, my vision swimming again. The man frowned. "You sure you're all right?" I barely heard him. "And… and the blacksmith," I managed to whisper. "The one Darius murdered — his wife, his daughters. Do you know of them?"

There were piles of books on her table, and there was a request for more books that she had drafted out. “My lady, let us leave.” Liora begged, following behind me impatiently. I checked through some of her books, and they were mostly fiction. My eyes caught a particular book under a pile of books, and I reached for it instantly. “My lady, you're going to get me killed.” Liora groaned as I picked up the book. “THE ADVENTURES OF LADY KILMARTIN.” I read out loud. “Huh?” Liora mumbled.

FORREST WHEN I turned around, It was Alan, and I wanted to roll my eyes. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? Milady, young master.” “Young master my arse. How old am I?” “Good to know that you got your humor back. When I was at your age, I was still fighting bandits in the middle of the wilderness.” He walked back inside the ballroom hall.

While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.” “I really don’t know but all I know is that this notebook was with me the moment I was born.” Miss Minerva was still curious about me and asked what is the name of the book. and I told her it was “Demonic Relic” the moment I told her the name