Novel & Cerita Lord Of Mysteries Webnovel

And how could Seven betray me like this, after everything? Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps approaching, accompanied by a familiar scent. Panic gripped me. I crawled back to where I had hidden the dagger, clutching it tightly in my hand. "Sir, no one is allowed to enter. The Alpha’s orders," I heard the guard say. "I’m the Alpha’s son and the future Alpha of this pack. Are you really going to deny me entry?" His voice was cold and authoritative.

His smile was rather twisted. Even though the canvas was protecting him, he was still injured. Blood was dripping out of every corner of his face too. His eyes were like that of a cobra, glaring at Alex with malicious intent. “Do you really think I’d die that easily? As if! I am the young lord of the Lunula sect! I have many skills and mystical treasures. A mere native like you could only dream of killing me!” “Really now? I really wouldn’t believe that, to be honest!”

The driver gave him appreciation by as he got off the truck. First light Academy was arranged at the western piece of the Academy Sector. It offered courses in different teaches and was positioned the fifth among twenty or so foundations in Morante City and ninth among every one of the institutes on the Grindia Continent. A sculpture of a young lady who looked around twelve to thirteen years of age killing a tremendous mythical serpent with a jeweled sword should have been visible at the entry. This courageous little youngster was the Dawn Goddess Loria. She is the little girl of Singwa, the divine force of light, sun and war, and Daphlyn, the Silvermoon Goddess. In the Grindia mythos, it wa

Lucien’s face was soaked with tears while Elisen stared at me with terrifying stillness, his glowing golden eyes too aware for a child his age. “Papa…” Lucien sobbed brokenly. God... That voice nearly destroyed me. I forced myself to breathe despite feeling like my lungs were collapsing inward. My wolf clawed violently beneath my skin, screaming at me not to go. But what choice did I have? If I fought, people would die... again. The Dreadlord slowly stepped closer to me. The rotten scent surrounding him intensified until nausea twisted my stomach violently. “You should feel honored,” he murmured. “Entire kingdoms have searched for the Moon Goddess’ hidden offspring. And yet… you were tucked

"Of course, because the mine is hidden. You know, the notebook containing secrets about the 'red salt' is said to have been destroyed. But it's not true!" "Really?" "Do you doubt me? I know everything. I even stole this information for you, my Prince!" Princess Lesel pinched Leon's cheek affectionately, but Leon immediately brushed it off. If seen from the outside, they might appear to be joking and laughing intimately, but the opposite was true. "What's his name, then?" Leon asked, ignoring the princess's antics. "I don't know, sir. You have to find out for yourself!" "You!" "That's all I know. My father only commented that the man smelled terrible and seemed about to die from malnutrition.

Else my cover would have been blown. "Whiskey please." I uttered as I took a seat beside the almighty Dragon Lord, Eren. He didn't seem to notice my presence, rather he was engulfed in his drink. At the same time I was overjoyed. To think that Martha and Lilith's suspicions about Henry wasn't absurd. If I hadn't taken the extra step of watching him secretly then I wouldn't have met the Dragon Lord. Now things were only going to get easier for me. "The Supernatural world is in turmoil and the Dragon Lord is here in a bar, drinking to his pleasure." I toned as the bartender placed my drink before me. I instantly felt Eren's deadly gaze on me.

She stepped out of bed to open the door, only to see a strange male standing on the other side of the thick bars. He slowly removed his hood, revealing his face and Lylah stared at the familiar male with a blank expression. “You're Lylah Greystone,” he said. “And you're one of the Lords of the Emissaries,” she muttered. “Yes. I'm Lord Atheon, Lord of the North,” he stepped closer—nearly crossing a dark border line. “Careful,” Lylah warned. “Many have died crossing that.” Atheon glanced down at the black line that stretched across the floor.

I leaned forward, my gaze locking onto the older lord who had spoken earlier. "Now, I have a question for all of you," I said, my voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. "Who do you choose to follow? Do you follow a corrupt Council that tries to starve your children to protect their golden thrones? Or do you follow the Battle Luna who feeds your men and leads them to victory?" The silence in the room was absolute. The lords looked at the trade papers, then at Gabriel’s heavy axe, and finally at me. They realized the truth. The Moon Council’s political spell was completely broken.

And as he walked out of the room, he met their mother; the whore Monica, about to enter the room. "Your Majesty," She said and curtsied. "Monica." He muttered, barely even looking at her as he breezed past. The last thing he needed now was their bullshit. ********************* ELORA The library was breath taking. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever set eyes on. There was a desk just by the door, with registers of all kind. The room was magnificent, with carvings and oil paintings of the old Lycan Kings and Queens hung up on the wall. The stained glass windows caught my eye. It showed a picture of a Lycan royal family in the past building this library. Odd since the royal family barely

Max asked as he had had signed on something greater than four places in the dictionary level paperwork. “Yes, we are. You can go and start your candle light ceremony.” Paul replied, affirming to his insinuations. He had sealed it in writing, Max was no longer in the mafia and now only an Alpha Lord. I was ecstatic because I wouldn’t have to be burdened by the aftermath of the war that had been showing signs of starting soon.