Lord Of Mystery Novel 소설 & 이야기

I furrowed my brows and said "No. If your cousin Adrian doesn't, why should I? And... why would you even ask me that?" "Then why would you give me such a sacred book to keep...and above all, tell me not to open it?" he raised his brows while asking..I was speechless for some time when I said. "Why did you call this book sacred. I for one don't know anything about this book. So, tell me. Have you seen this before?" he looked at me like crazy and chuckled saying "You mean to say, you haven't heard about this book?" I blinked my eyes severally before saying

"As you know, during the Lion Slaughter Conference, that loser, Darryl, won the first prize. He has the right to execute the Golden Lion, but he let him go. Golden Lion must have given the Supreme Mystery Scripture to Darryl." Abbess Mother Serendipity paused slightly before she said, "Everyone knows that there are seven books for the Supreme Mystery Scripture. If one could gather all the books and understand the secret in it, one could conquer the whole world. This scripture should not be in Darryl's hands. Find a chance to meet him and then steal the scripture from him. Do you understand?" What? Megan's body shivered, and she bit her lips tightly. How could she do that?

It sat atop a mountain; the only way in was through the southern forest pass. Leo quickly grabbed a book from the first row of the library and bolted to the parlour, where I had built a warm fire for us. I watched him disappear around the corner, smiling to myself as I began to look for something to read. I wasn’t sure what I was searching for yet, but I knew that I needed to find something that could explain what was happening to me. For years, I had been fine, but since I met Lord Alexander, I had begun to experience strange symptoms that seemed almost supernatural. I needed to understand what was going on with me, and I hoped that a book in the library could provide me with some answers.

The smell of magnolias from most of them mingled with the scent of the centuries-old secrets. Later that day, His Lord went Into his room, whilst his warriors were at work cause he told them not to come back until they found her. While in his room, he took a look at the evidence that his messenger had brought. His messenger can also be a sly fox, of coins they would not even know how he got in there in the first place to get all these, and as long as no issue arose it was fine. His Lord found journals in the bag that his messenger kept them in and he was wondering how they could be used for evidence still he started reading through the journals.

But before I can take another step further, he grabs my hand. "Who do you think I am? A fool?" His voice drops. My heart falls to my stomach. There's this layer of venom beneath that calm voice that makes my skin crawl with nervousness. I laugh nervously, "I didn't mention such. Why would you just assume?" I look over my shoulder. "I am a Lycan lord. A lord of crime," he steps closer, eating the space between us, "I know when someone from my circle is about to betray me."

The lord. TBC.

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

He lowers his head as he readies himself. "Well, now... are you prepared to face my pets? Dear Xylus?" the Queen asks before an enchanted circle appears on the floor behind Xylus. A monster came out of the magic circle, it didn't have any feet. Its two hands are enormous, with sharp poisonous claws in each finger. It has four fingers in one claw and five in the other. It has a spiked tail with poison dripping from each spike. The monster is covered with dark tar that drops every time it moves. Its four eyes are big, mouth large enough to swallow a whole car. It has rows of teeth that are as sharp as a sword.

I sighed then proceeded to sit on the table, the comfy chairs would lull me to sleep as tired as I was. I found the two doctors staring at me like I was some sort of an overgrown beetle or some sort of a cure to a certain untreatable disease, maybe it was the blood on my shirt surprising them. I was just about to snap at them that it was unprofessional of them but then I remembered, I didn't have my glasses on. My eyes were the magnet that attracted their gazes. My shoulders hunched when I recalled the glasses being broken earlier. " You must be Michael Marcus" one of them faked a smile and said. The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with

I growl, shaking my head, “But dying at the hands of a Nati isn’t exactly on my bucket list.” He leans forward, “I’m not just any Nati, Mae, I am their lord.” Lord? So, the Nati do have a hierarchy, just as my father always suspected, he’d be so happy to know that he was right. Not that I will be able to tell him anytime soon. “That changes things.” I say, rubbing my hand down my face. Mihai frowns, seemingly confused, “How does it change things?” He asks. I shrug my shoulders, leaning back against the cool glass, “It means that I will have to kill you before I escape.” I say coldly, “Can’t have a vampire lord chasing me for the rest of my life.”