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" He asked while trying to touch her. "Don't touch me you murderer. You ,you killed an innocent lady" She stammered. "No,it's not like that ,Ava!he screamed but it was too late,the young damsel had already ran out of the dungeon. Ava didn't know what to do,she had planned on forgiving the lord.Maybe he really is a monster she thought hitting her head.Walking into her room with tears "The dark lord," she murmured. "What's wrong?" Avan asked appearing in the room."

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I - The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 9: The Lord of Corruption. ​The central courtyard remained completely closed to the rest of the temple. No eager apprentices were permitted to enter the space, no lowly servants were allowed anywhere near the vicinity, and even the high priests spoke only in hushed, anxious whispers. Something entirely impossible had occurred there, and everyone within the obsidian walls knew it.

I whisper, reading the caption underneath. A history book, not a very new one judging from the yellow, worn-out pages. I grab a chair, sitting next to the fire, abandoning my quest for a bath. "Following the ancient war between wolves and humans, there arose the strongest immortal warrior from the ashes of destruction, forming a secret territory - the Lycan king's secret kingdom." Immortal... I stare down at my bandaged hand. What could an immortal king possibly need me for? The door pushes open. I snap the book shut, looking up as a man walked in, dressed in a white robe, carrying a first aid box in one hand, and a suitcase in the other.

Then, without another sound, he turned and walked away, the echo of his footsteps ricocheting through the empty library like war drums. --- I sat frozen, chest heaving, heat and cold colliding inside me. Theo frowned. “What’s his deal?” I couldn’t answer. Not truthfully. Because I knew Damien’s deal. And I knew this wasn’t over. It was just beginning.

They want to ruin me in every way possible. Their hands punish. Their lips taunt. Their bodies ruin. But the worst part? A part of me likes it. This isn’t a love story. It’s a game of power, pain, and obsession. And I’m about to lose everything. Even my heart. And when one of them decides that’s what he exactly wants, maybe he’ll get it too. After all, the Lords always get what they want. And this time… they want me. __________________ Disclaimer This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, settings, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination.

"Who are you?" The foreman beside her stammered. "What are you?" A voice from the crowd shouted, "A god! He's a god among men!" I shook my head. "No," I said quietly. "I'm no god. I'm a man, like you all." They stared, waiting for an introduction. "My name is Ala—" I stopped. No. Not Alaric Thorn. That name belonged to a ghost buried four hundred years ago. "…Alen," I finished softly.

Whatever the truth was, I would neither falter nor hesitate. Since our paths had crossed, I would simply watch how everything unfolded. So long as he didn’t try anything foolish, I didn’t mind keeping him by my side. Medusa Valley was too strange and mysterious. Something deep within me kept telling me this journey would uncover far more than Olivia’s whereabouts. Ancient secrets. Forgotten mysteries. Truths capable of affecting the entire supernatural world. Having someone with even a little knowledge of this place wasn’t such a bad thing after all. “Look, my lord!”

“You continue descending to earth despite repeated warnings.” Lealla stayed quiet. That silence answered enough. One of the women seated near the throne finally spoke. “This obsession with the mortal realm must end.” At that, emotion finally flickered through Lealla’s face. “He is not mortal.” “He is a lycan.” The disgust inside those words echoed sharply through the hall. Freya felt Lealla’s anger rise instantly. “He is more honorable than half this court.” Silence crashed down immediately after that. Even the stars above the hall seemed to dim.