Lord Of Mysteries Webnovel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

Since then the world has been saved from evil. When Godric finished reading the last page, he closed the book and stared down at the cover. It really was Lucifer down there. His blue fire that burned the monk demon. Those red eyes that seemed so cold and merciless. The black long hair that had its own shine in the glow of the fire. It was really Lucifer. The arch enemy of God and fallen angel Lucifel! Godric wondered what his ancestor had been thinking of sealing the most powerful deity, next to the Lord himself, down there. Likewise, the young priest would like to hit himself because he was so stupid to have broken this spell. He blamed himself for his curiosity that he had not withstood Lu

He said it keeps him fit. The man leans forward and says with a sly grin, “Well, you are from Liddicoat, so you still don’t know, but the Lycan king has been traveling for the past two years to search for his Lost Luna. You know, that plain-looking woman with massive magic and insane, god-like skills.” “What woman?” I ask, pretending not to know. “Luna Serra Lore-Dunkerson. Although, she’s Mage Serra now if she’s still alive. You might have difficulty earning the Lycan king’s love if he is still searching for his Lost Luna.”

The gaurds then opens the gate for Luna. Luna thanks him and runs. In the basement a man was tied with rope in a chair and was wounded. Alexander and Harry looks at the man. Harry then signals one of the man and the guard who was standing at the side, pours the bucket of water to the man who was tied on the chair. When a bucket of water was poured to the man in chair, he wakes up an looks up to see Alexander. He becomes afraid and panic seeing Alexander. As who don't know him, Alexander Knight King of underworld.

From within, he withdrew an old scroll bound in waxed crimson leather—one I had never seen before. “There’s a reason why only three of the Five Lords are ever permitted to wake at once,” he began. “One to carry the past—the wisdom of what was—me. One to rule in the present—you. And one to embody the future—Martina. The balance is delicate. Three minds. Three hearts. Three pools of power.” He turned back toward me, eyes haunted. “But Volodymir… Volodymir is not merely a Lord. He is something older. Something forged in war and sealed by necessity.”

a Lycan. He tilted my chin up with his claw. “My little wolf wants dessert from me?” His voice was impossibly deep and sexy, making my breath catch. His Lycan’s name...was the Dread Lord. His Lycan was the Dread Lord. The corner of his lips curled into a dark smile as he lifted one of my legs under the water, slowly entering me. My lips parted in a soft gasp as he whispered in my ear, “Time for dessert.”

He was the Dark Wolf, the ancient Lycan born to destroy the universe. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized the true nature of the Dark Lord. He was a monster, a creature of destruction and chaos. And I was drawn to him, bound to him by some unseen force. Callista's grip on my hand tightened, as if she sensed the turmoil brewing inside me. "Avery, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice low and concerned. I took a deep breath, trying to process the revelation. "The Dark Lord," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "He's the Dark Wolf. And I'm drawn to him, Callista. I don't know why, but I am."

🌍 Court of Earth - Stability, legacy, decay, unyielding will Lady Teryn Mossvale - a noblewoman with roots deeper than trees, known for speaking with stone Lord Garrik Mossvale - stubborn, brutal, carved from granite, his loyalty is only to the realm 🌬️ Court of Air - Freedom, thought, illusion, whispers Lady Elira Windthorn - laughs like a bell, cuts like a blade, master of illusioncraft Lord Thayen Windthorn - golden boy of the skies, but has secrets buried in clouded pasts 🌑 Court of Shadow - Secrets, pain, seduction, silence Lady Vireya Noxmere - rumored assassin, voice like silk over a blade Lord Zevric Noxmere - speaks in riddles, known for knowing everything, his loyalty is a myth

Something ancient and cold looked back at me. Run. I didn’t think. I didn’t breathe. I turned and ran. I didn’t remember how I got out of Luna Noir. I didn’t remember the stairs, the exit, the street. I only knew my lungs burned and my heart felt like it might burst out of my chest. Leon had been right. Everything he had said. Every warning. Every flash of possessiveness. They weren’t games. They weren’t roles. They were monsters. And I had been dancing in the middle of their feeding ground.

When it shut behind him, Lillieth let out a slow breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and leaned her forehead against the wood. Her body was buzzing. Her chest ached in that place the bond lived. Her mind replayed Draven’s voice, low and dangerous: You will not die. Do you hear me? Not I care. Not I want you. Not you matter. But You will not die. It should have sounded like a cage. Instead it sounded like a promise. And that — that right there — was how the Moon Goddess got pretty girls killed in old stories. That was the trap. Luna-blood, whispered the old legends. Luna-blood will make kings kneel or burn.