Chapter One Mystic Novels & Stories

“What the hell was that?” I couldn’t answer. My throat was too tight, my chest too heavy. Because I understood. That hadn’t been a rescue. That had been a message. Theo had crossed into Damien’s territory. And Damien did not share. ----- End of Chapter Seven ✨

It looked so spectacular and mysterious. Kendra felt so painful as if thousands of bugs were biting her skin. At this moment, she was soaking in a big wooden cask, naked. She was sweaty and frowning, seeming so uncomfortable. After a few minutes, Kendra finally opened her eyes and woke up. She saw a strange room, which was decorated with European style. The crystal lamp was so bright that Kendra had to cover her eyes with her hands to avoid the strong glaring light. Where was she? Kendra looked at her body and screamed immediately. Why was she naked? She stood up horribly but to see a pair of deep eyes.

While a being that can’t be seen, at least in the eyes of the living, the color of his foggy self changes it’s bloody color to gray than black that kept becoming darker and darker, until he wake up from his beauty sleep, he doesn’t feel her soul that he is attached to it, he didn’t panic but surprisingly felt calm, especially when foreign memories rushed in his being, gives him some feed back of what he was doing off his menatoring and controle, although his happy feeling slowly vanish because despite that it is a helpful ability but uncontrollable so he must descover how its work and when its work to avoid misups. While his mind kepts daydreaming for a while, he felt tight and trapped all

Doubt may have whispered in her ear, but her faith roared louder, drowning out the voices of uncertainty. In Chapter Thirteen, Rita's odyssey reached new heights, as she delved into the depths of her being and soared to celestial heights. Her journey became not just a personal transformation but a testament to the boundless potential that resides within every human soul. The chapter ended with a cliffhanger, leaving readers eagerly anticipating the next stage of Rita's extraordinary expedition. As the story unfolded, readers found themselves captivated by the intricate layers of spiritual exploration, the breathtaking landscapes of the mystical realms, and the indomitable spirit of Rita hers

Celeste said shivering as they got to another door. "Faith Celeste, I believe in Shane". "Quit the fantasy about your boyfriend, It's obvious you're obsessed with him. "Incendia". Mirabel chant and the wood she held caught fire bringing light to the darkness. "You've got more than enough voodoo than I expected". Xayne complimented. "You might want to keep quiet, hyping makes me do more and than accessing the forbidden magic". "Forbidden magic, I'm beginning to fall in love with this magical term of yours". Xayne said but she didn't reply and kicked open the door.

When she arrived, she went straight to her room to change, passing by a maid in the hallway. “Where’s my godfather?” she asked. “He went straight to his room, madam,” the maid replied, noticing Lixue’s quiet demeanor. Lixue knocked on Raiden’s door. When it opened, he silently let her in. They talked, and she gave him a talisman—a charm to ward off beings that tried to control him. She removed the dark magic from his body. When it was gone and Raiden regained his senses, she explained everything that had happened.

I stammered out to him, unsure of the fight or fight response. He slowly takes a step towards me, gauging for me reaction, which I gave him none….another step…. Still nothing, two more…..he’s getting closer……his piercing black glowing eyes, bore into me as he moves slowly, still not speaking, with a small smirk on his face. I can’t breath now or maybe I haven’t been this whole time, as I can feel like I need to hyperventilate or something. At least if this is my last time on earth this beautiful stranger will be my demise.

Mara wouldn’t be likely to find me here, at least not right away, giving me a little time to read unbothered. I settled down, brushing the leaves and pine needles off the bench, then opened the book on my lap and continued to read where I had left off last night. The chapter on documented reincarnation accounts was dense and slow-going in places, and a lot of it still didn’t apply to my situation in any direct way. But I kept reading, skimming over the sections that seem irrelevant. I was about three quarters of the way through the chapter when I turned the page and found the heading: “The Lycan Princess and the Throne of Ashmoore.”

Give me back my hard-earned eight-pack abs! END OF CHAPTER 1