Lord Of The Mysteries Novels & Stories

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.”

A black-robed figure knelt before him. Mystic Vale raised his eyes toward the table. "Next... spare no effort to locate the Four Mythical Beasts and the Four Ferocious Beasts. One of the Four Ferocious Beasts, Chaos, has already been found. Continue searching for the rest." "Yes, my lord!" the black-robed figure replied solemnly, then quickly left the chamber. Mystic Vale lightly tapped the tabletop with his fingers, his eyes filled with malice. "When I find them, that will be the moment I rule the world."

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.”

Magic clung to its stones like mist. A friend of mine—Elias Thorne, a scholar of the Elder Council—met me at the front with tired eyes and a thick robe lined in rune thread. He offered a handshake and a nod. “Khy MacLeod,” he muttered, “You don’t travel without reason. What kind of ancient nightmare are you chasing this time?” “One that wears a crown,” I answered. We entered the castle, torchlight flickering against shelves that reached the heavens. Books older than kingdoms. Scrolls that shouldn’t exist. Spells written in languages dead for millennia.

Mysterious said to himself. " Acras medera " Mysterious chanted and a strong force lifted the horned beast and it hit's them of, Mysterious channelled the powers of the sun into him and his eyes were deeply red, It was like it was burning and huge wings sprouted out of mysterious back while the Mark of Armageddon glowed.

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.

The consigliere—a thin, silver-haired man named Russo—watched me like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve. Halfway through the main course, a young soldier came to Dante's side and murmured something. Dante's expression didn't change. But his hand tightened on my leg. "What is it?" I asked. "Nothing. Stay here." He rose and left the room. I counted to ten. Then I followed. Dante was in the corridor outside, speaking in rapid Italian to a man I didn't recognize. I caught fragments—"Abate," "warehouse," "ambush"—before he noticed me and fell silent.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Names forgotten for centuries were dragged back into the light one by one. And every path led to the same thing. The Veil. Dylan stepped closer carefully. “If Aethon is truly alive, walking into the Veil alone is suicide.” “I won’t be alone.” That answer confused him for half a second until shadows moved across the room behind them. Warriors stepped from the darkness one by one. The oldest wolves of the kingdom. Killers. Monsters people whispered about in lower kingdoms to frighten children into obedience. Every single one bowed their heads toward Eros.

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