Lordofthemysteries Novels & Stories

”Kris and Keaton will soon return, their food is the only thing left, we’ve got to find a job soon, we have less foodstuffs left at home“ She sighed, I looked at her and nod my head collecting the juice and popcorn. She turned on the tv and a news popped out, it was about a blast of the golden mansion, it was blown up by unknown group of people who still remained unidentified Isabel changed the channel to av and insert a movie , my favorite series, Alchemy of souls. ”Thinking about that news, I’ll love to join those groups, I think they are of mafia gang, God I love mafia lords, remember that story I once read, what’s the name again, the mafia lord obsession “

Lily challenged as Brook laughed. "Fine. You owe me 100$ once Joana collects all the information." Stacy had been only a listener because she had no clue who Sebastian Rodriguez was and who Mr Benson was. She could bet she had heard their names just a minute ago from her colleagues who were arguing over the murder case. She didn't know much about the case but people were saying the underworld had something to do with it because the dead men had been arrested before for drug dealings and some illegal activities. Nonetheless, Stacy wasn't interested in those things since she loved her life the way it was now. She released a breath and started to edit the papers one by one while her colleagues

The one he feared the most in trying to infiltrate the manor is the young lord of Rebelliad known as a terrifying werewolf across the land. Who would not fear someone who could take on a couple of rogue forces that wants to take his position as the lord of the city? That internal strife of the city of rogues is still being talked by hot-blooded werewolves with enthusiasm and fervor. That time was really a glorious time for the young lord of Rebelliad.

I licked my lips and slipped my hand to my left jacket pocket, causing the statue guy to go rigid. I turned to face him, lifting a brow when I pulled my Cuban cigar. I hated this shit, but I wanted to get pissed and fill my blood with rage before I faced him. Then he marched in. The one and only Francois Xavier. Or should I say, Oliver Huxley? An eerie feeling surrounded us. My world spun, then everything blurred around us. My heartbeat went unsteady. I could feel the sweat beaded on my forehead as I stood there like I was slowly turning into a stone.

I ignore his attempt to talk to me and focus on the Goddess in front of me. “And you are?” - I ask extending my hand towards her (I need to feel her skin on mine). I can feel her body shaking, and I see her looking at him waiting for a signal to talk (I am definitely going to kill him) and he gives her a nod and she grabs my hand saying “Liv, I mean, Olivia Lockwood” “Lockwood, are you related to Trent Lockwood?” (He was my friend and I took over his pack when he was killed, how didn't I know about her existence?

Curiosity piqued, Tristan broke the seal and unfolded the parchment, his eyes scanning the contents with a mixture of disbelief and anger. Tristan's voice trembled with fury as he read aloud, "You thought you could outwit me, Tristan? You've underestimated me. Every attack, every betrayal—it was all orchestrated by me, and you were none the wiser. I am the puppeteer, and you are merely a pawn in my game. I'm Alpha Lane, and I'm going to be your worst nightmare. "

As a child, I loved reading but since I was taken to the cellar door, the habit had died, but I smiled knowing that this might be my new favorite place in the mansion. The scent of aged paper hung in the air as I browsed the collection, a mix of classic literature and rare tomes on various subjects. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, knowing that this place held not just knowledge, but also the secrets and power of the don's empire. The dark lord's desk, positioned by a large window overlooking the city, was adorned with designs and held a few carefully chosen books, perhaps with hidden meanings known only to a selected few. I wanted to let my imagination fly and think one of the bo

“She sound familiar to you?” “Dom mentioned her name. Adonis’s half-sister.” “Yes. Let me tell you an additional fact about Adonis that few know.” He leaned in and I followed. “He also goes by the name of Xander Castellanos.” I took all the information in. “So, you’re telling me that not only is Adonis the most notorious Mafia lord in New York, but he’s also heir to a tycoon?” “Yes,” Cole said cheerfully, as if it wasn’t shocking enough.

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

Rodrick pauses feeling the energy currents in the room shifting. "Send me to my mountain home and I will leave you both alone," Rodrick grins at the lie, there was no way he'd let Julith go, she was far too lovely. "I have somewhere else in mind," Mystrel growls, opens arms, and sends the old vampire to Hector, the vampire king of Africa. He added a truth spell so Rodrick would admit what he had done. I feel myself get picked up and see Mystrel. He carried me and laid me on a comfortable bed. He pressed his palm to my head and I felt warmth and comfort. I smile over the feeling and snuggle into the covers, falling into a deep sleep.