Lord Of Mysteries Webnovel Novels & Stories

His Aides had been ordered to gather information from inside and outside the castle, but the funny thing was, none of them could actually get hold of anything. Of course, there were some public secrets that he could get. Some were interesting, like the fact that Young Lord Almandine was dying and could only wake up in the full moon night, and his new wife was either a surrogate Luna or not the real Young Lord's mate. He didn't know what that meant, yet he never wanted to learn about the monster culture. At the same time, that was also his biggest weakness. If he knew all of this was going to happen, he would have really taken his research before coming here. He really didn't understand how a

I bit my lips as I heaved a sigh, "The name on the file is Jaylen Noire Adryan, I am sure you are aware of that." "Yes, I am very well aware," Alexis put off her massage chair. How would anybody decide to just wake up and kill Jaylen, it's like signing a death contract and I didn't sign one. "And you want me to kill him? That man Is well protected, I am also sure you are well aware of that," I tried my best to be calm because I'm around Alexis. The person they wanted me to eliminate is one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. He is the king of the underground world and he is the kind of person someone like me would never want to cross paths with.

With fierce eyes and a reprimanding voice, he shouted, “No matter what the reasons are, they colluded with the Rogues! The Rogues, Deacon!” “I know, but…” “So, they’re victims now? They still betrayed our kingdom!” he shouted, not letting me finish my words. He stared at me with narrowed eyes and clenched jaws, completely on the edge, as I saw his eyes flickering with golden shade. He’s fighting control with his wolf. ‘That is not a good sign…’

"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

He stopped pacing when the healer cleared his throat. “What’s wrong with him?” He sat beside Draco’s unconscious body and asked. Roga stood so still in the room, not uttering a word. She was scared of what would happen to the lord. “Master, the lord was poisoned.” “Poison!?” Roga and Edrand said simultaneously. “Aye. The poison kills very slowly.” The healer paused for a while. Then. “I’m afraid, the lord will remain like this until his final breath,” “Isn’t there any…antidote?” Roga was the one who asked, she took a step forward staring down at the lord as Edrand held his purple-colored hand dappled with black veins.

He had a dream, to be a topper so that he would be accepted in the best companies in the Country. And it was almost about to end a year ago only if he had not met Lucas. Lucas David. He was the King of Underworld, the undisputed Ruler of Mafia kingdom. Every single child knew him. Every boy feared of him. He was a nightmare for all. He was often seen on the roads of the city, moving in his Mercedes. He was ruthless, heartless, and cold. He had nothing to be used as his weakness. He had none. But he was honest. He was not a liar. He wasn’t a cheater. He was a fair man. It was kind of interesting incident for him to meet Liam around a year back.

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

“So obviously we have been having issues figuring it out alone which is why I came to the conclusion to involve the deepwater park, even though they are normal wolves their contributions will be of help to us as they have proved numerous times in the past” “We all know nothing about this black mist but here at the lycan kingdom we have a historic library dating back to the ancient days back so I'm sure in there somewhere, there must be a book that can give us a clue” he explained calmly “The hell, there are over a billion books in there” rissa moans out. “Yes which is why you will be helping us with one of your magic spells then” Adonis replies to rissa. “You have magic?” Meself, lukas, and

"No loner can survive these islands. It is plagued with cannibals, Pirates from the near seas and rogue wolves. The moon goddess must have her eyes on you for you to have come this far" I looked at her, food stuffed in my mouth, not knowing what to say or how to respond. "We are merchants delivering goods to BloodHowl Kingdom. We will drop you off there and go back to our lands. I heard their Lycan King is fierce, but generous. He might just let you stay" I nodded my head and she let me get some sleep. I laid down, completely exhausted, dreaming about meeting the Lycan King. But in my dreams, when he turns to me, he tells me to leave his presence, and I am dragged away by guards to the deepe

Even the moon seemed dimmer in his presence, as if unwilling to challenge what had been born beneath its gaze. He stood atop a broken ridge, black fur streaked with dried blood, mismatched eyes glowing—one blue like frozen flame, the other ash-brown, ancient and knowing. Below him, hundreds knelt. Rogues. Exiles. Killers. Creatures cast out by law and order. They did not call him wolf. They called him Lord. Elara stood beside him, her hand resting lightly against his leg, her voice a whisper meant only for him. “They fear you,” she said softly. “Your creators. The Order. They hide behind laws and chains because they know what you truly are.”