Lord Of Mystery Novel Novels & Stories

In that case, I could not blame her. She had left me for a man who was nothing better than I was, and yet, according to her, he was ‘different’. Different how? He was the Capo of Cosa Nostra like I was the Capo of 'Ndrangheta. Adonis Vitale ruled most of New York alongside his rivals, the Illianos, while I ruled the entirety of Canada. We were both territorial men. We were both Mafia lords. I did not understand any part of Belle’s logic.

Everyday, I live in fear, praying her situation does not worsen. “I can’t talk right now. Come home, Loriah. Please. I don’t understand anything.” The desperation in her voice has my body moving before my mind can form a thought. I tear through the doors like the devil is hot on my heels, Zakari and his little girlfriend already forgotten. I don’t stop running until I’m bursting through the front doors of the Von Hale mansion. Two steps inside the luxurious foyer and I pause, my eyes narrowed in confusion as I take in the scene before me.

Fifty members, as Zane said: hooded figures chanting around a central dais. And there he is, the masked lord, a towering figure in a crimson robe and obsidian mask, lounging on a throne of bones. My breath catches. He's not alone. Surrounding him: a naked harem, six lithe men and women, oiled skin gleaming, writhing in an explicit display. Holy shit, the lord's a pervert? The novel never hinted at this, another deviation from my meddling? One harem member, a muscled guy with tattoos, kneels between the lord's legs, head bobbing rhythmically on his exposed cock.

It was brand new. Blaze wasn’t aware that she preferred this genre. Derek Landy was known for his dark fantasy books. Dang it! He should have let her choose on her own right from the beginning. ‘Right’ His wolf chimed in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Lilith brought the open book close to her nose and breathed in deeply. The feel of the smooth and crisp paper, that magical smell of a book being opened for the very first time was soothing. She felt lucky for being the first one to open it.

LANDON'S POV:- He went through everything I had gotten from the cabin of the sorcerers. He was sniffing each and everything one by one. He was the king of the Mafia world and he knew how to handle things like that. He pulled out the hairs of the wolf fur and sniffed them. He stood up, growling in anger. Of course, I knew this was about to happen. That was the reason why I gave him everything to examine instead of telling him what I had found. He had the bits of fur in his hands. He was looking back and forth from me to the fur he had in his hands. "How in fucking hell is this possible? This is near to impossible. How could these reach the cabin where the sorcerers had died?" He asked me whil

’ It was her uncle, Nicholas Jacobs, the conniving bastard who sold her out to the criminals. Nicholas had been sitting in his car waiting for a sign that his niece was still alive. It had been a few hours since she had been taken, and he was losing hope as the night wore on, but he was not going to give up. He had a feeling Clara was near. His patience paid off when he heard the gunshot somewhere near where he was waiting. The sound reverberated against the shipping crates and warehouses. He prayed that he was heading in the right direction as he followed his instinct. He saw someone running toward him in a zig-zag pattern like a maniac that he almost ran over her.

“There are forces here that will not welcome you waking up… but for now… you are safe.” Alexander let out a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling. He looked at the lodge in the distance. He could feel the elders inside, the whispers of the pack, the watching and judging. But for the first time, a small spark of courage lit up inside him. Somewhere in the forest, under the red moon, the strongest omega he had kept hidden for so long had noticed the Lycan King—and felt, perhaps, that he had been noticed in return.

"Same fire. Same fighting spirit." They pulled up to the mansion, and the driver smoothly maneuvered through the towering gates. Kate’s eyes widened as she took in the big white mansion, its grandeur stressed by golden lion statues guarding the entrance. "You’re definitely a crime lord," she said, her voice laced with awe. "There’s no way you’d have all this wealth without something illegal going on." Damon smirked, stepping out of the Jeep. "You haven’t seen anything yet," he said, his tone casual. "This mansion? It’s the cheapest one I own."

He waited patiently for the wolf to run through the door. It stopped abruptly and sniffed raising it head up. "C'mon". He whispered. The Wolf moved to where he hid and while he slowly moved behind the chimney. He came out behind it and stabbed the wood into the neck of the creature pinning it to the ground. The creature struggled with him cutting him all over with its claw but he wasn't ready to let go. He snapped the neck of the creature and it seized moving. Slowly it transformed from a wolf to a full sized naked lady.

MEGAN Oh. My. God! FORREST HAD a gun under his pillow. He. Has. Gun. A freaking gun. He was sleeping with a gun under his pillow like James fucking Bond! Was he a spy? Or was his life in danger that he had to keep a gun with him? My body was still trembling at the thought that I didn’t know him at all.