Chapter One Mystic Novels & Stories

I would do anything to not let her leave my side ever again. She stood there motionless and I let her not say a word both of us taking each other in. I wasn’t sure how to start and waited to make sure she was comfortable. I let her take a few deep breaths as she stared at me and I stared back taking in every small and precise movement. I knew she had been raised in the white priestess house with very strict rules and discipline being insisted on. It was obvious by every movement she made because it couldn’t be more proper and angelic if she tried. I felt very awkward as I was raised very differently, in fact, the opposite. Still, I tried to remind myself I’d done my best to educate myself

I couldn't move anymore; she excitedly stood up and hugged me. "I freaking missed you, my dearest cousin!" I closed my eyes as her scent lingered in my nostrils—sweet and delectable. Fuck! I immediately opened my eyes, which widened in response to what I had just thought. As I looked down at my cousin's neck. It was very exposed. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I can see right through it. I can see her veins. I can see her blood. I can see the placements. I felt dizzy again and held her back, knowing that it was the only way I could retain my sanity. I pushed myself to calm down by closing my eyes again and taking a very deep breath.

Author’s POV: Next day all was going good, classes were going on inspector Isaac and John and others were working in their police station. All of a sudden, the electric lights began trembling. The occurrence kept happening for ten to fifteen seconds and then it was ok. Some people got frightened and all got curious. “This happened after eleven years, the same as before”, Isaac told in presence of John and another officer. They looked at each other. Students of a class started whispering. Seeing that the lecturer ordered to stop and again began to give his lecture. Lusie looked her left-right and it was ok few persons there steered each other.

“Now tell me how did the Mystic Moon agree to take you in knowing what you would become.” “What I would become?” “You know a “mixed” wolf both white wolf and red wolf. Surely you must know you are a rare creature.” He licked his lips again and I did my best not to roll my eyes because apparently, his curiosity was what was allowing this conversation to play out. “I know what I am and the Mystic Moon Pack has embraced me. I’m not just any wolf now I am now the Crimson Priestesses.”

Mystic squeezed Aaron’s hand. Her voice threaded into his mind: Let me. He inclined his head. She stepped forward, spine straight, chin lifted. “My name is Mystic Hayes — daughter of Helen and Dawson Hayes. I have not walked these lands since I was a child, but they are still my heritage.” She turned her forearm outward. A glowing tattoo shimmered beneath her skin — intricate, ancient, unmistakable. “I bring this mark as proof.” The head warrior slowly descended from his position and approached her, his boots echoing on stone. Aaron shifted instinctively — ready to move — but Mystic remained still.

I smiled inwardly, knowing I had succeeded. With slow steps, I entered the chapel, my eyes taking in the sacred space before bowing to the statue of the moon goddess. The stale incense hung heavy in the air, and I pulled my hoodie off, relishing the freedom of being in the dark depths of the chapel. The elder watched me warily, his expression guarded. "Elder, I have a proposition for you." I said, my voice silky smooth. "One million dollars, to help me with a delicate matter.”

Truth itself would shift. He wasn’t just replacing me. But he was remaking history. I pressed my hand to the window. The sky was pale gray. Storms were coming. “This can’t be real,” I whispered, and frowned. Cato looked at me, his jaw tight. “You’ve always known what he was capable of.” And I had. But this? This was *madness* wrapped in charm. That night, the mystic came. No one saw her enter. One moment, the room was quiet, and the next, she stood behind the curtains, cloaked in blue, her skin as dark as twilight.

She was really tired guiding and welcoming, Maxine. However, Maxine also felt a lil bit sleepy after the long day. She was reminded that she also traveled through a portal and discovered a lot of things today. As much as she wanted to see Austin, her body needs some rest. She glanced towards the map one more time then she decided to call it a day. Inside her cabin, Maxine grabbed the green book Rogia told her to read. She links it through the hora, just like how she was taught. To her surprise, whatever on the book flashed before her eyes as if holograms were floating in the air. In the meantime, this is the information she had gathered on her first day as Mysterical High student:

“Not yet and that's what terrifies me.” She pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the way the room tilted. “When the world breaks,” she said, “it screams, it burns, it devours, this is quieter and it’s rewriting itself around a variable it didn’t expect.” Jake’s brow furrowed. “Kenny.” “Yes.” She pressed a hand to her chest as another echo rolled through her bones. “Mystic laws are shifting,” she said. “not snapping, bending or testing.” Jake exhaled slowly. “because of a child.”