Esoteric Mystic Novels & Stories

he expressed his lack of knowledge of what she just said. "Didn't expect you to be this ignorant of Mystic History, but alright then, let me narrate you a late night fairytale." *** There was a thousand year old story every intellectual being back then were aware of even as a child, known as "Core of Mystics". It tells the existence of a giant tree on the depths of the earth, which grew from the seed that gave life to all creations. Its roots run across the planet, reaching every edges, provides every breathing, moving, living things the means to live.

The surrounding air whistled, transforming one after another into winds converging on the edge of this sword formation. The connection between the brothers became even tighter. "Mystic Formation!" Dragon Prince trembled. He knew that this was a type of sword formation from Mystic Elixir. Mystic Elixir specialized in alchemy, and its fundamental teaching was the Mystic Secret Arts. Within the Mystic Secret Arts, there was the powerful Mystic Formation. It was said to be a formation left behind by Mystic Elixir's founder, the Mystic Lord. Inspired by the Mystic Lord's renowned divine weapon, the Mystic Sword, the Mystic Formation naturally incorporated the sword's divine might.

I was flogged a hundred times for making a laughingstock out of the future king. He has all the say in the palace, so I knew better than to cross him. Anyway, that was all the thing of a past now. I just have to wait a few more months and I will finally be able to spread my wings! My life-long dream of becoming the member of the Mystic Muses was about to reach fruition. Mystic Muses was a sect mostly comprised of female descendants of another minor deity, Lilith. They followed her ways and in order to honor her name, they only accepted maiden with the highest honor. In layman's term, only virgins were allowed.

In the mystic realm of the arcane, a secretive and enigmatic organization known as the Violet Moon Occult has thrived for two decades, veiled in shadows and shrouded in mystery. And at the heart of this clandestine society stood Sasha, a woman who had immersed herself in its esoteric depths for all those years. Sasha, with her piercing gaze and an aura of ancient wisdom, was a revered figure within the occult community. Her affiliation with the Violet Moon Occult had granted her profound knowledge and insight into the hidden realms beyond the mundane, where magic and the supernatural converged.

Conversations among mystics and scholars centered around the significance of the Astral Cipher, a key to unlocking the deepest cosmic truths hidden within the enigmatic realm. Aurelius, armed with newfound knowledge, engaged in conversations with Cassiopeia, who revealed herself as the guardian of the Astral Cipher. The Chronicle Prism projected images of cosmic gateways converging, forming a celestial sigil that pointed to the location of the Astral Cipher at the nexus of the realm's cosmic mysteries.

Anima sounded rather upbeat. "Your rung on the Ladder of Heaven is not high," Estere commented to Anima. "Your outlook is not promising either. Silence is your best option, so exercise it." "Cáel, do you know this woman?" Libra had begun piecing things together - as in - my life was so crazy that women with guns showing up was much too common an occurrence. I thought about 'Yes Honey, she's a member of an 11th century mystic order of Nazri Ismailis assassins. In fact, her people gave us the word assassin'. Telling the truth at this juncture didn't seem wise, so...

Reputation in the field of esoteric arts should be earned through actual work. The esoteric community kept track of everything, including the number of manifestations someone had dismantled or how much beneficence they'd accumulated. Every country had its own respected exorcists or arcane practitioners. They just called them different names. But that didn't mean people couldn't fake it. Some had real skills, while others just ran their mouths. They didn't know the first thing about reading esoteric formations, but they could sweet-talk anyone into believing nonsense. They didn't just steal money—they ruined lives with their scams, using cheap tricks to exploit people who didn't know better.

It is smooth, polished by years of sweat, blood, tears. "Do you know what a mystery cult is?" I ask. "I've read things. In your books." "Yes. But reading is not understanding. A mystery cult is a path. A path toward something that cannot be reached alone. Something greater than us. Ecstasy, fusion, dissolution of the self. The Eleusinians called it epopteia, the vision. The Dionysiacs called it enthusiasmos, being inhabited by the god." "And us? What do we call it?"

Fulfilled assignments for Floyd and his men. Regularly there were all kinds of strange men on the floor, who disappeared just as quickly as they appeared. The group they belonged to was called the Zaeafranen, which means crocus, just like the herb used in the anti-love elixir. And that was probably what Esmee had heard Omem say. It was an ancient group of dark magicians. When the gates to the pyramids of Gizeh and Stonehenge were opened through the Witte Wieven, black magic had been released, which they claimed and used.

She lightly touched the elite seer and closed her eyes. Elise’s eyes fluttered open. She was very still as the high priestess initiated her secretly. She gasped but no sound escaped from her throat or mouth. She then saw a series of hieroglyphs and memories in her mind’s eye. She was taught of spells, magic and shamanism. When it was finished, she was breathing so fast like she was running for a long time. “I could not do it properly, elite seer. But you must understand that I have no choice and there’s no time to be so proper in this kind of situation,” the high priestess said in her mind.