Lordofthemysteries Novels & Stories

They had been on my case about it for the past few weeks, they were desperate for me to go with them. I hummed slowly, suddenly feeling everybody's eyes on me. My friends are all eagerly waiting for my response. "I'll think about it." Lucy huffed but sent me a smile. "Only you would have to think about whether to go to Alpha Torey's party. It will be the most insane party of Senior year along with Luke and Jason's of course!" Alpha Torey was due to take his father's Alpha title next week, he was the heir to the Black Moon Pack. It was common knowledge that Black Moon had the largest pack and territory in America with over 300 wolves.

But before I can take another step further, he grabs my hand. "Who do you think I am? A fool?" His voice drops. My heart falls to my stomach. There's this layer of venom beneath that calm voice that makes my skin crawl with nervousness. I laugh nervously, "I didn't mention such. Why would you just assume?" I look over my shoulder. "I am a Lycan lord. A lord of crime," he steps closer, eating the space between us, "I know when someone from my circle is about to betray me."

I wanted his boss and from the capo he works for, he was the number three, that didn’t make him a bad target though. His capo is who I want to kill and not just him, I wanted to annihilate his entire family and so since I was holding my phone in my free hand, I placed a quick call to Levi who picked up almost immediately. “Go to the golden club, the Number two of the Casa dei Lupi is there, I want you to blow his head off and bring his eyes to me as proof, not that I don’t trust you to get the job done, I just need his eyes.” I ordered.

"We must reach the Silvermoon Royal Lodge. My mate needs to rest her body, and you can simply link the King's beta aides tomorrow." "What does a lesser wolf like you know of true dominance?" Isolde hissed, her golden eyes darting to Meredith’s thin, swollen waist. "That was the Alpha Lord Lucan Ashcroft. His command rules every territory of the Moonsong Dominion, and his personal frequency is completely guarded by royal law."

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

I sighed then proceeded to sit on the table, the comfy chairs would lull me to sleep as tired as I was. I found the two doctors staring at me like I was some sort of an overgrown beetle or some sort of a cure to a certain untreatable disease, maybe it was the blood on my shirt surprising them. I was just about to snap at them that it was unprofessional of them but then I remembered, I didn't have my glasses on. My eyes were the magnet that attracted their gazes. My shoulders hunched when I recalled the glasses being broken earlier. " You must be Michael Marcus" one of them faked a smile and said. The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with

What do you need from me )) {{ he said his dark lord is called Raymus and he’s located at the place of beginnings }} I froze, wasn’t that man sent down here on punishment how the hell did he manage to gain followers and make league with Vampires! Is he targeting my family on purpose or something?! {{ Jewel? You there? }} (( yes, sorry I got lost in thought for a minute there )) {{ do you know where the place is }}

There are seven Oracles in the Lycaon palace, but one of them was the most powerful and closest to the moon goddess as everyone believed. Her name is Cordelia. She was a popular oracle, talked about around all werewolf and Lycan packs. As we approached her shrine, goose bumps started to creep up my skin, along with a banging headache. I started to panic. Ever since the incident where Draven got shot, I haven’t had this recurring headache. I wanted to believe it was gone forever but as I started to feel the pain, fear crept in.

' I asked him, the pain evident in my voice. 'I'm sorry, I seen Luna and I got so angry.' He said, also seeming in pain. 'But now it's your time to help.' I looked at my brothers and they were both just gawking at me. It's as if they had never seen a wolf before. After a few moments, Leon looked into my eyes and his face softened. “Mystic hasn't told you much about himself, has he Nate?” He smiled as he stepped forward and but his hand on my head. Aleister still looked too speechless, which was a strange feeling.

The woman turned to face the direction where Clara and the rest of them were seated before turning to face the rest of the crowd and she spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen, as you all know. We are here today to witness the handing over of the mystic shadow pack and the throne of the Lycans from Alpha Pius legard Ethelwulf to his son Xander Bardulf Ethelwulf as the New Alpha of the mystic shadow pack and king of the werewolves".