The Mysterious Benedict Society Novels & Stories

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

"Is this your idea of a declaration of war? I hope you've prepared for the consequences." Benedicto—one-third Italian blood, excommunicated from the Triad, and now the head of his own rogue syndicate—was a man driven by ego and greed. His trade? Drugs and human trafficking. Two businesses Don Salvatorre detested with an almost religious fervor.

Benedict, with excitement on his face, muttered, “I knew Damian is an honorable figure in the whole of Vereluxe city. His connections to important people…” He couldn’t help but examine the figure that was approaching. From looking at the dress, he could tell it was high standard—especially since the person seemed to be here for his sister’s birthday. It would make sense to try and make a good impression and secure a friendship. Just as Nola was nearing Adrian, a sense of familiarity struck her. “Do I happen to know this prestigious-looking person from somewhere?” she wondered, muttering beneath her breath. But she was unsure if she had ever met someone that important before. Her and her son

Marcus Blackwood's tone conveyed warmth, yet also the unquestionable authority of an Alpha. "Father, the compound may be compromised," Casie said, bypassing pleasantries. "Has anyone unusual requested access recently? Anyone showing interest in the family vaults?" A weighted pause followed. "Your timing is uncanny. Your cousin, Benjamin, returned last week after spending ten years abroad. He's been assisting with cataloguing the historical archives, including the vault.” “Benjamin? The one with the drug problem? Father Benjamin is working for the Order; he's trying to fulfil something related to the prophecy, my prophecy. Something our family has been guarding for generations without knowing

Mostly all calls him Theo. The major difference between them is that Bennett/Theo wears specs. One can easily say that he is funny amongst the two by seeing his pictures only.) “Yes! Benedict Nathaniel Knight?” Bennett replied to the coffee boy, who was none other than Benedict/Nat. (Benedict Nathaniel Knight: - Age 18, Elder son of the Knight Family. He can do anything for his parents and his siblings, love his parents a lot. However, he is more daddy’s son, as compared to his brother, who is a mama’s boy. After his parents, he can even put the entire world on fire for his brother and sister. He has a girlfriend named Lauren, chosen by his brother the dearest, as a present of their 18th bir

Benedict had flown to Auralia. That day, Tessa sat on the balcony of the Hall residence, leisurely sipping coffee. Sitting across from her was Maisie. Maisie wore a white wool dress, comfortably settled on the Eborisian couch. Seeing Tessa lost in thought, she cautiously asked, "I heard Benedict flew to Auralia. Aren't you going to see him off?" Thanks to Emma, Tessa and Benedict's relationship had spread like wildfire in high society, giving Eleanor quite a headache.

added Mular, “despite repeated requests made by Benedict we have ignored him for fear that he sought to imprison the leadership. He still has people we know nothing about - who they are and how many there are. If we ask for a meeting we are asking to be captured.” Dargo sighed. “Very well then. Let us wait. We need to try to find out who Benedict’s secret army is. They had to have appeared at some point in the past and become a trusted part of society, so much so that no-one gives them a second thought when thinking of who helped Benedict. And they must be in all major cities. That should give us an idea of where to start looking. If worst comes to worst there is the King’s ball in a few moo

he clapped his hands together “You can finally come home!” Before being kidnapped I didn’t want to come home and now I want to find Ben. “I’m not coming home” I tell him, “I’m going to look for Ben in a couple of days.” “I’ll come with you” he said. “Okay, but we have to find out where he is first” I said. “Maybe there is something in here that might help us” he pulls out the journal “ Look at this passage right here.” I begin to read and it talks about a secret society of witches. They work together to find and kill hunters.

"My husband works in another division. He has no idea. The Society keeps me sane, Adrian. It protects my career and gives me what I need. The pleasure. The control. The secrets. Do not look at me like that. I am still the same woman you grew up with. Just with… deeper, darker needs." The taboo hit me hard. My own cousin. Family. Yet the sight of her in that fitted dress sitting calmly beside Nadia made my cock throb. Nadia watched my reaction with amusement. "The Society has no taboos among consenting adults, Adrian. Bethany joined willingly three years ago. She is one of our best. Discreet, elegant and very enthusiastic once the doors close." Betsy leaned forward, her full breasts straining

I didn’t turn my head and looked straight on the menu as if nothing happened. ‘Why is he here? He’s not supposed to be here.’ Nova’s eyes went wide and looked back and forth from Natalie and her cousin. I was shocked to see Benedict here as well. Our encounter from months ago wasn’t supposed to happen, and him being here isn’t supposed to happen as well! Yvonne never met Benedict, they never crossed, seen, or heard from each other and besides, Ben’s scenes in the book happens in another ten years or so! ‘How the f*ck am I supposed to know the answer to that? It’s your novel.’ I slowly turned my head to the left whilst talking to Nova. I unconsciously hid my head on the menu and prayed to God