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Lusie looked her left-right and it was ok few persons there steered each other. Dr. Sheen and Sunney were in the secret head office room of the powerplant. They were getting themselves ready for the switch which might happen in the very next day. Dr. Sheen asked Sunney “Is everything going well? I don’t want anything wrong happens”. Sunney assured him that they were quite ready that time. Dr. Sheen shook his head and there was a smile on his face. And he added “Then, let’s see what happens after tomorrow”. While saying those Dr. Sheen was looking at the booth where the boy was senseless.

"I know everything" If is you do why can't you see that I'm dying to be yours, Ava said mentally before slapping herself mentally too ,forgetting the fact that the lord could hear her thoughts. "When was the last time you had sex?" Ava asked regretting her question as soon as it came out of her mouth. "Today," The lord replied standing up to get Avan. Ava noticed the snake had red eyes like the colour of the gem protector on the swords she saw with the guards in the royal house.

Cole asked, getting on his feet also. “Hey Man! Don’t tell me, you don’t understand this?” Anthony asked, flipping the page of the book to where the full details were written. “I don’t. Can you tell me?” Cole asked, giving him a go ahead. “C’mon Cole, you ain’t this dumb right? Think dude” Anthony motioned, as he motioned the book towards Rex… He read the inscription on the book aloud, still not getting the hint. “THE DANGER OF A LYCAN FATE TO A LUNA – MOON GODDESS MYSTERIES”

His smile was rather twisted. Even though the canvas was protecting him, he was still injured. Blood was dripping out of every corner of his face too. His eyes were like that of a cobra, glaring at Alex with malicious intent. “Do you really think I’d die that easily? As if! I am the young lord of the Lunula sect! I have many skills and mystical treasures. A mere native like you could only dream of killing me!” “Really now? I really wouldn’t believe that, to be honest!”

If I told them I’d nearly killed myself, they’d be even more worried. Yes. His name is Lohan. To stop me from carrying out plan B the wrong way, he crossed between worlds and got stuck here with me. So plan C has started, but the details are still being worked out. Who is the Mysterious Lord, really? Damian asked. Nicolas had started typing something too, but stopped—probably wanting to ask the same question.

The anonymous voice echoed throughout the room, creating shockwaves that hit Leon suddenly. His steps, initially intending to enter the corridor, came to a halt. Leon's eyes searched for the source of the mysterious voice, but he found nothing! "Reveal yourself!" Leon shouted, remaining vigilant about potential dangers. His gaze swept every unseen corner. Among the shelves of ancient books, Leon finally saw an old man holding a rifle, unwavering in his gaze. "Leave this place!" he shouted, pointing the weapon, hoping Leon would be scared and refrain from entering the forbidden area.

I could not help but wonder what other secrets he harbored, but I was determined to admire his boundaries and await his explanation upon his return. As I wandered through my mama 's castle, my studies swirled with the exposures about Lorcan. The castle was a grand, gothic structure, its corridors echoing with history and secrets of their own. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting ancient battles and fabulous brutes, their vibrant colors muted by age. I could not help but feel a sense of admiration and curiosity as I explored each room, my mind drifting back to Lorcan and the mystifications that girdled him.

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."

Soon, a deafening howl tore through the howling wind. Then, the earth began to quake. Over a dozen massive, eight-foot-tall giant wolves smashed through the curtain of the blizzard, carrying a terrifying, suffocating dominance. The pureblood Lycan Royal Guard! The deadliest killing machines on the continent! Leading the pack was a top-tier Lycan with pure black fur and blazing golden eyes. He lunged in front of me at a suffocating speed. He shifted to human form in the blinding snow. It was Ryker. My normally cold, ruthless brother now had eyes brimming with murderous intent and tears.

Mystics move around the marvel of ancient engineering with notepads, scribbling away while they try to decipher the erratic movements of the stars compared to the slow crawl of each planet in our solar system, prophesying. But the mystical voices in my head grate on my gray matter, making my ears ring. My powers whirl, trying to decipher what the voices are hoping to tell me even while I forbid them to act. I hate coming here, but this is… where I belong, unfortunately. The voices fade when the Dame of the Mystics, their leader, so to speak, takes a few steps in my direction with two other Mystics at her side. “High Lord,” they say in unison, bending at the knees with their veiled heads bowe