Lord Of Mysteries Webnovel Novels & Stories

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?

“You’ll coordinate with the nobles. Search the archives. Sniff out every prophecy, every myth, every tle of the silver wolf. If even a bedtime story holds a clue, I want it in my hands.” He gave a short nod. He may be hot headed but when given a task he completed it to the fault. The chamber finally began to feel normal again. Lyra had calmed, though her hand remained clasped tightly in mine beneath the table. She was trying, fighting her own panic in silence. And then the doors slammed open. The sound started us all and a young messenger stumbled inside, dirt and sweat covering his skin. He dropped to one knee in the center of the chamber.

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And for some reason, I’d spent the last hour getting ready like a teenager before prom, trying on different outfits, applying and reapplying my makeup until it was perfect—subtle enough to look natural but enhancing my features. The thing was, I didn’t know why I felt compelled to make myself look so nice around Isaac. It wasn’t like I actually wanted him… Right? ... The city was unlike anything I’d expected. Where the Werewolf kingdom’s capital was all straight lines and modern architecture, the Lycan city was a maze of cobblestone streets and buildings that ranged from medieval to cutting-edge contemporary. “It’s like walking through a different time period,” I mused as we strolled along a

They spent the night filling Lili with the information she wanted to know. The first was about the true noble. The old mistresses explained about the noble’s businesses. The lord was an old powerful magus who controlled the dark side of Antacast. No, rather than control, his task was to manage the underworld. The old mistress was one of the first servants of the old magus. She handled a few things for him, especially the slave training. And even though the old mistress didn’t wish to do it, she had to because of the death oath the magus had forced her into. Or else, death.

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

"You are in Anceps now. Do not worry, this place is sacred by protection spell, so any magical creature will not harm you, if you are afraid of them." "Who the hell says that I am afraid of some messed-up rabbits? Or whatever, I am not afraid of anything, okay?" he snarled at her and kept trying to sit up while leaning on his elbows. "I am the Lord of Life!" "But it looks like the Lord of Life is suffering from broken bones and you really broke the poor Moriah's hips. Chu-hh, so bad," she made a sympathetic sound by her mouth. "It pretty much does hurt, doesn't it? I think...a few pieces of Bonesbane would fix the broken bones," she smirked lightly, watching him.

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.

“She must choose.” “Choose what?” “Which self to become.” Silence stretched between us. Finally, she reached for an old leather-bound text resting beside her. “You will find what you seek in here,” she said, placing it in my hands. The cover was worn, the pages fragile with age. “Ancient myths,” she explained. “Forgotten tales.” I glanced down at the first etched title. The Daughter of the Moon Goddess. My grip tightened on the book. Whatever we were facing… It had begun long before Aria was ever born.

They want to ruin me in every way possible. Their hands punish. Their lips taunt. Their bodies ruin. But the worst part? A part of me likes it. This isn’t a love story. It’s a game of power, pain, and obsession. And I’m about to lose everything. Even my heart. And when one of them decides that’s what he exactly wants, maybe he’ll get it too. After all, the Lords always get what they want. And this time… they want me. __________________ Disclaimer This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, settings, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination.