Mysterio Novels & Stories

I stared at them coldly then said each word with finality. "Death be upon those who point their swords to my face in exchange for my people. I, Dante Montenegro from the Blood Moon pack, I build my throne with the skeletons of my enemies,"

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi

However, what she should be worried about right now is finding out why Tina had the other pair of jewelry and not getting aroused by the sight of her husband. "Maybe...what did you think Tina could give the woman in exchange for the Kryst?" "We'll call the woman Mysterio. What do you think Lyne?" "Mysterio sounds more masculine. Let's call her mysteria." They both mused over what the woman would be called while Gillian watched them both and after a while, she found herself smiling and extremely happy for them.

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

“What man would like her that much? Please. This is clearly some Illuminati assignment given to that guy. What’s his name again, Mystic Voice—he creeps me out.” Chloe shot him an annoyed look, clearly unhappy with his comment. “I get that you hate how obsessed I am with his music,” she said, “but Illuminati? Seriously? Mystic Voice is a believer, he takes his religious faith seriously.” Jun shrugged dramatically. “First of all, with those tattoos and piercings? Secondly, his stage name is weird. Mystery. Third, his music pulls the soul right out of you. He’s being compared to Mick Jagger out of nowhere. And lastly, the guy covered his face and completely hid his identity—until yesterday. Thi

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

Dustin said in resignation. At that, Myst’s face turned cold. “All the men in the world are vile, aside from you! There is no good man left in the world, and you’re the only one I care about!” Myst said seriously. Dustin felt troubled. Myst was once the heiress of a big family, but something happened to the family, and it was driven to a corner. Dustin had saved her family. When he saw that she was talented in fighting, he let her join Hell Hall and made her one of his five Dragon Guards.