Lord Of Mystery Novel Novels & Stories

" the officer asked. Milton's face darkened. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was afraid I'd burst out laughing. He glanced from me to the officer, looking completely lost. "Officer, m-my girlfriend misunderstood. This lingerie actually belongs to my cousin." The officer frowned immediately. "What's going on with you two? Do you think this is some kind of joke? What game are you playing?" Milton froze, panic seizing him. He shot me a look filled with resentment.

Serena asks in wonder. "Yeah. The mysterious vampire lord has unexpectedly gained the favour of the Count Lord. After his arrival, my lord has changed drastically. I can’t believe he's the very same person who postponed his every duty in search of the rare vampire! Then the letter!" "What about the letter?" Julius asks in his stern voice. He appears to be interested in that letter with a black envelope. "It was sent to the lords without my recognition. When I was informed, it was too late. The other lords are already preparing their armies for the war." Oliver exclaims. His tone is heavier than normal as if he's expressing his regret regarding the matter.

The anonymous voice echoed throughout the room, creating shockwaves that hit Leon suddenly. His steps, initially intending to enter the corridor, came to a halt. Leon's eyes searched for the source of the mysterious voice, but he found nothing! "Reveal yourself!" Leon shouted, remaining vigilant about potential dangers. His gaze swept every unseen corner. Among the shelves of ancient books, Leon finally saw an old man holding a rifle, unwavering in his gaze. "Leave this place!" he shouted, pointing the weapon, hoping Leon would be scared and refrain from entering the forbidden area.

Initially an all around commended virtuoso in swordsmanship, he has turned into a joke in the foundation. "Hello, sibling Locke, you're at long last back. So delighted to at long last see you once more… " The greasy who snapped Lorist out from his self agonizing was the head culinary specialist of the hotel, McDuffin. Wearing a mottled blue cover, he battled as he just barely got his enormous midsection through the entryway behind the counter.

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.”

“Miss Abby, you’ve been cooped up in here too long. What are you—” Her eyes landed on the book. She froze. Then she dropped the tray right on my desk with a thud. “Where did you get that?” I arched a brow. “It’s from the royal library.” Norma stepped back as if it might bite her. “That’s the Demon Lord’s Grimoire.” I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “Seriously?” “No jokes, Miss Abby!” she hissed. “That book… it’s in all the old tavern stories. The Demon Lord of Thunder and Death. His relic. They say whoever opens it risks being cursed forever.”

His voice bellowed behind him as I was met with a black coloured card, a serene moon shining down the lake and a majestic wolf standing by the lake looking upon the moon. I was dumbfounded at the sight of the card.

"I was informed by the second queen and the fourth princess." "Very good." The lord smirked, walking towards Kassy where she sat. Myan had her head bowed the whole time, afraid that he would recognize her from the night before. She knew he would sense her presence if he wanted to but no one had the time for some lowly servant. He extended his hand towards her and waited for her to receive it. Kassy tried to keep up the happy face, received his hand and stared blankly at him. The enthusiastic lord blew out a puff of smoke from between his lips and the smoke formed a ring of fire around Kassy's waist, disappearing after a few seconds had passed.

When they exited a while later, muttering something under their breaths about needing a ladder, one cussing out the other for forgetting it, they descended the stairs, and I snuck inside. The door closed behind me. Holy shit. This must be Lord Lockheart’s study. A giant portrait of him hung on the wall in front of me, holding the severed head of a man. It was disgusting, nearly impossible to look at, but equally impossible to tear my eyes off. I only managed to drag my gaze over the spines of books when my wolf stirred, warning me about people coming. One book caught my eye. Despite my better judgment, I stuffed it under my shirt before hurrying to the door.

Cole asked, getting on his feet also. “Hey Man! Don’t tell me, you don’t understand this?” Anthony asked, flipping the page of the book to where the full details were written. “I don’t. Can you tell me?” Cole asked, giving him a go ahead. “C’mon Cole, you ain’t this dumb right? Think dude” Anthony motioned, as he motioned the book towards Rex… He read the inscription on the book aloud, still not getting the hint. “THE DANGER OF A LYCAN FATE TO A LUNA – MOON GODDESS MYSTERIES”