Esoteric Mystic Novels & Stories

The astral symphony, once a harmonious dance of cosmic forces, now carried the discordant notes of an impending cosmic conflict. As I sought to decipher the cryptic message within the astral dialogues, a mysterious figure materialized from the astral mists. Clad in ethereal radiance, their form seemed to blur between the veils of reality and illusion. "The astral dialogues are the key to unlocking the mysteries of existence," the enigmatic figure declared, their words carrying a weight that echoed through the astral currents.

"Someone needs to stay and watch—" "I'm coming," Isla interrupted. "I won't sit here doing nothing while everyone fights." The basement of the beach house was nothing like Isla expected. What she had imagined as a simple storage area was instead a vast, circular chamber lined floor to ceiling with books, scrolls, and artifacts that seemed to pulse with their own strange energy. Massive stone columns supported the ceiling, each carved with intricate symbols that seemed to shift and change when she wasn't looking directly at them. Miranda moved to a central podium, her fingers trailing over a massive tome bound in what looked like leather far too old to be from any animal Isla recognized. "Mys

The legend of esoteric exorcism was a method of Mythist transcendence. Westbrook’s exorcism was a coercive method that used the corpse’s lingering attachments from their past lives to manipulate them into leaving. However, esoteric exorcism allowed the souls of the deceased to be transcended, making them willing to accept the future of their fate. These were two different methods, indicative of different levels of attainment. The esoteric exorcism method essentially led the deceased to accept their fate willingly, while the Westbrook exorcism method relied on the deceased’s lingering attachments.

Not that Jon had anything to say to her. The day had been taken up by this seemingly fruitless search, until in the dingiest part of the store, in a crumbling red book published in 1900, he found the name. The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation.

“Skye? What the fuck–” “I’m a mystic,” I whisper back. He blinks at me, his brow furrowed tightly. “A what?” “A mystic. A seer. Whatever–whatever you want to call it.” “I don’t know what that is.” His hands, tightly curled into fists, relax. He comes to stand in front of me and leans down close enough to inspect my eyes, and with a cringe, I notice the shadows falling over the planes of his chiseled cheekbones have a faint violet glow to them.

That was when Lucas realized he had not told Chase what was down there, so he started to explain. "I’ll be honest with you, young man. Below that abyss is the root of the Esoteric Medical Sect. If you go down there and earn its acknowledgment, I guarantee that you’ll become the sect master after you refine the Element Nurturing Pill during the Pill Refining Summit even if all of the sect members object to it. It’s up to you if you believe me or not." Lucas stopped there after explaining things. He waited for Chase to make the choice. Chase began to wonder what was hidden down in the abyss for Lucas, the previous sect master of the Esoteric Medical Sect, to say something like this.

Lydia said. "I think I can figure out why," Mr Philip said and grabbed one of his notes, "I took an expedition to Egypt about eight years ago and that was when I first found out about the Twin seeds of Mother Eyah. I found a broken tablet and after many years, I managed to transcribe what was written on it. It was a prophecy that two children will be born with the mark in time of great darkness and they were the ones to bring forth the light," He said. "What does that mean?" Joe asked.

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

As the serviteur placed the chalice on the altar, he raised both his hands and said, Brothers and sisters Today, we celebrate For today, it is the most sacred day indeed. Our brothers and sisters will flock to our churches, our sacred altars to celebrate The holiest day for the Divine When the Moon has become aligned with the Star Pillars that surround Terra Australis Sanctum Day Today is also a day When the heretics and infidels Reconsider their lives Today we show them the right way of life. So that they may no longer defile our beliefs Let us show them. Let us deliver the light. “GO, GO, GO!” Cried an officer as soldiers ran to the beaches and into the ships as they try to escape the dead

"This is such an honor!" "You're more powerful now. Don't let it cloud your judgment," Len warned me. "It won't, I have some pretty cool people to keep me grounded," I looked around the room at each of the elders, Ally, Erys and last Lucifer. He wasn't paying attention but oh well. "Any idea what else made the crystal choose me?" "Crystalis," Salax yawned. Who was Crystalis? "Your power attracted me to you. When you found and returned me, I knew you were the one." A disembodied voice replied. Seconds later, the apparition of a purple haired, silver eyed, pale girl appeared before me.