Lordofthemysteries Novels & Stories

Allison flared her nose thinking about those deceiving bastards. “No. I killed them.” Lyceon stated and Allison looked up at him, flabbergasted. “The whole pack including the rogues.” He nodded further. Allison abruptly raised her head and widened her eyes. “You killed the whole pack? But why? There might have been Children, women…..” “I took the innocents under my charge and annihilated all the rest.” Lyceon looked into her eyes. She parted her lips listening to his lunacy. She almost forgot why He was known as the Dark lord.

Ava’s POV “There are hot breeds in California, Ava. You needed to see how beautiful this guy was. The moment he entered the café, the whole atmosphere changed. His masculinity filled the room. He was giving off the ‘werewolf vibe’. I mean, he looked so hot in his casual jeans and baggy top. His hair was sleek and neat that I felt like running my hands through it. His eyeballs were intriguing. And his face was perfected by his plumb lips that made his boxy smile looked so seductive when he smiled. His voice was so deep and soothing as he talked to me. Ava, I think I’m in love!” I rolled my eyes as I listened to Jasmine’s continuous rant about her newfound crush. Typical Jasmine! She always fa

"Everyone wants me dead." General Nikolas had heard of the news, he took it as his opportunity to question them again. His deadline was drawing near, if he doesn't bring a mafia soon, he'll be demoted. "General Nikolas is here." A guard informed. Nikolas walked in, he looked at the number of dead bodies on the floor and was stunned. He is surprised to see them all alive but then again, this house belongs to a mafia, although he doesn't have any evidence to prove this.

Leaning against the black marble fountain, surrounded by his entourage like a king with his court, was the kind of boy who didn’t need to announce his dominance—the world simply bent to his will. Damien Leclair. The name was already infamous. Halewood’s untouchable. Wealthy. Brilliant. Arrogant. Every rumor painted him as something between a genius and a devil, a man who could destroy you with one look. His sharp jawline, his tailored blazer—he didn’t wear the school uniform, he commanded it. And his eyes… God. They weren’t the usual hazel or brown or blue—they were storm-gray, cold and sharp, as though he’d swallowed thunderclouds. When they locked on me, just for a fleeting second, I felt

Tuscany, Italy. At a grand villa in a secretly hidden chamber, the heavy scent of expensive cigars filled the air. The light was dimmed, spilling from antique chandeliers, and the walls were lined with books and oil paintings. Men in dark suits sat stiffly on the long mahogany table at the centre of the room. Crystal glasses filled with whiskey rested in front of them, but nobody dared to take a sip. This was no ordinary meeting, it was the annual gathering of the most powerful European mafia leaders, held within the fortified estate of Mr Sergei Volkov, once the king of the underground empire.

Lestat's Point of View "King Landon wants to discuss a peace treaty. He said he would come here to discuss it with you," Jacob said. King Landon was the Werewolf King. Werewolves, Dragons, and Vampires didn't get along. There had been so much dealth between the three of us. King Landon had sent me a letter about a year ago saying that it needed to stop and that we all needed to come to an agreement. In a way I knew he was right. We needed to come up with something. The thing was I wasn't sure that I could trust him. I definately didn't trust Lucas the Dragon King. I knew the Dragons were worse than the werewolves. They had set too many of my vampires on fire just because.

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.”

I didn’t have to look around to know that the same expression of hopelessness was present on every other rogue in the arena, and beyond. Because as my signal, the howl of a single wolf could be heard, and felt, by every single Werewolf in the area. And it wasn’t just any wolf who had come calling. It was the howl of one particular wolf, one who they all instinctively knew without knowing how. One that promised death to any whose crimes called for it. The Silver Myst had arrived.

Sigh… I nodded back, easing myself onto the throne. “So, what is it that you wanted me to attend to?” I asked, glancing briefly at the two strangers. One of the men stepped forward and bowed. “It’s so good to see you, Lord Wolfe. I have heard a lot about you.” I raised a brow. “Nobody asked what you heard. State your claim, or whatever.” He cleared his throat. “Well, my name is Lucas, and I’m a rogue from the Cursed lands.” I sighed internally. This idiot should just go straight to the point. I left my mate for this?

Moris. That man didn’t want to help us at all yesterday, but now he actually found reinforcements for us? Mr. Moris pressed his lips into a thin line, as if holding back a smile. “Mr. Moris had been our trusted contact all this time. We were indeed searching for the Lord of Darkness,” said Marlon. “Searching for the Lord of Darkness?” I asked in confusion. Marlon turned to me. He examined my face briefly before nodding his head. “Yes. Lucifer, the Lord of Darkness.”