Novel & Cerita Lord Of The Mysteries Webnovel

He could always understand his Lord's temper. Lendon stared at the huge screen and somehow felt furious. “My Lord, I am afraid that Miss Miller can’t hold on anymore. I know you're eager to know if she was the girl who broke into a castle that night. If she dies, you will never find it out.” Curtis said carefully. “I know!” Lendon glanced at Curtis and left. But soon, he stopped and said, “Let her out. If she dies, you need to take responsibility.” Curtis didn't answer and quickly paced outside.

And above all, whether she could resist temptation. That library housed thousands of years of Lycan history, forbidden spells, royal secrets, and ancient prophecies. Many had entered with good intentions but left consumed by greed and curiosity. If Lyra touched even one forbidden book, she would fail. The shelves stretched higher than any mortal library, lined with tomes bound in cracked leather and etched with faintly glowing runes. Some books were chained shut, their covers warm to the touch, as if something restless slept within. Even seasoned Lycan scholars entered only with permission, and never alone. Luca meant to see if Lyra could resist every temptation those pages offered.

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

Chapter 53: Stop him “Your Majesty! He’s unstoppable!” The cry tore across the royal courtyard as smoke and blood filled the air. Flames licked the ancient stones of Mathias’ kingdom, sparks rising like demons into the night. What had begun as a mere duel, a test of strength, had turned into an unholy storm. A single man against an entire empire. And that man was Kael. The once proud Lycan Prince now cut through soldiers like paper, his eyes burning red, his body dripping blood yet fueled by something darker than rage. Every swing of his sword cracked shields in half, every howl rattled the bones of even the bravest knights.

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Lyra’s POV I couldn’t sleep. It was past midnight, and I’d been staring at the ceiling for over an hour, my mind spinning with thoughts of ceremonies and Moon Goddesses and green eyes that held secrets I couldn’t quite decipher. Finally giving up on sleep, I slipped out of bed and padded barefoot to the kitchen, hoping some chamomile tea might quiet my restless thoughts. I wasn’t surprised to find Marcus already there, leaning against the counter with a steaming mug in his hands.

She had a force within her—the love for Luke, the bond with Luca, and her own awakening power. Luke’s wings flared, shielding her from another surge of God’s golden aura. His blade hummed, silver light intertwining with shadows. Every strike, every movement, was a dance of precision and desperation. “You cannot resist me forever,” God’s voice boomed, shattering the fragments of the palace with the force of his words. “You are mine, Lily. I created you. You are bound to me!”

"You are in Anceps now. Do not worry, this place is sacred by protection spell, so any magical creature will not harm you, if you are afraid of them." "Who the hell says that I am afraid of some messed-up rabbits? Or whatever, I am not afraid of anything, okay?" he snarled at her and kept trying to sit up while leaning on his elbows. "I am the Lord of Life! "But it looks like the Lord of Life is suffering from broken bones and you really broke the poor Moriah's hips. Chu-hh, so bad," she made a sympathetic sound by her mouth. "It pretty much does hurt, doesn't it? I think...a few pieces of Bonesbane would fix the broken bones," she smirked lightly, watching him

Luke was jolted out from his thoughts and he turned around to see Razor standing by the door. "How did it go?" Luke enquired. "It was a success." Razor replied proudly. " The werewolves are dead." "Are you sure?" Luke gave him a questioning gaze. "Yes, My lord. I can bet my life on it." A triumphant smile appeared on Luke's face as he clasped his hands together. "Excellent!!" He said " We are one step nearer to my ascension to godhood. Appetizers have been attended to.And now..." Luke faced the window overlooking the town. A dark smile crossed his face.