Fairy Tail Mystogan Novels & Stories

"You are not going after the councils are you?" "No" He answered. "I'm going on a journey to the witch town" He grinned trying to lighten the mood. "Mystic Falls, is known as the witch's town, a lot of them left of course after the council's third attack. I'm trying to track an old friend, a witch. I have a favour to ask" He explained but I still wasn't getting the whole picture until...

"Are you talking about the Department of Mystia? The enforcers of Draganland's martial world? Dear God." Cain finally connected the dots now that he had a name. He could feel himself getting goosebumps. As the Overlord of Silverton and technically a martial practitioner himself, he had heard of the Department of Mystia. It was an institution every martial artist and cultivator in Draganland feared. Nevertheless, only those who reached a certain level of power ever drew the Department's attention. Someone like Cain, whose martial foundation wasn't especially deep, wouldn't even appear on their radar.

What would have been day 24 of the Games KELLEN “The witch is called Morgan. She is Orion’s daughter, Finnegan’s sister. Supposedly she has been locked up since she was fifteen years old when her gifts became known.” Hunji began explaining what he knew. Mike and Tobias did not seem surprised, though I was sure they were privy to this information. Of course, I had been enslaved here so everything he was saying was new to me.

“You cannot defeat me, Elysia. Not here. Not now. I am already a part of you. The Nexus is mine to control.” The world around them shimmered and faded, and suddenly, Elysia found herself standing in a strange, distorted version of the stronghold they had once called home. It was familiar, but wrong. The walls were cracked and twisted, the sky above them darkened, casting an eerie glow over everything. “Welcome,” Morgana’s voice purred from somewhere in the distance. “This is your mind. Your heart. The Nexus reflects your deepest fears. And here... I reign.” Elysia’s heart pounded as she looked around, recognizing the place but sensing something was terribly wrong. The ground beneath her feet

}} [ that dear one was the cries of my children, the lake is made up of tears of those who lost loved ones in one way or the other before their time, the orbs you see are wandering souls of those who have died before meeting their destined and are stuck here roaming and searching for all eternity, I do not wish that for you Hayden or for any of my children, I have spend milleniums looking on as my children lost their lives foolishly for naught, it pains me and it haunts me to see how far my creations have strayed from their purpose ] {{ Then what must I do to get my mate that was stolen back? }} [ fear not, all is not lost, I have a child a blessed and chosen child that is assisting the Cres

She asks in a calm tone. “Everything.” I say leaning forward in my chair as I place my elbows on my knees. She looks so tiny in her cage. Exposed, vulnerable. I’ve always thought it was funny how puny humans are with respect to werewolves. “Tell me everything.” “My name is Morgana Dracarys. I’m 18 years old and I’m a slave. Your slave.” Dracarys. Not a name you hear often. I’m only five years older than her. I watch her twist her face as she starts saying her next words.

There, on the ice cold stone floor, a fair and frail frame of a young lady, laying down side ways on it, her silky blonde hair scattered on all different directions while some fine strands are sticking on her small jade like face while her eyes tightly closed, her lips bleeding continuesly because of the hard biting from her sharp teeth, her hands are placed on her chest where her heart is, pressing it hardly onto it. A pitiful and miserable view greeted their sights. Alarmed! They quickly get near her side and pick her up gently with trembling hands. Myst was drench in sweat and her skin seemingly become transparent. Her breathing become shallow and slow each time passing. They must do some

" She asked. "Yes, almost the entire Black Mist area is inhabited by vampires." "I thought all vampires just lived in castles. Why didn't you ever take me out?" She said. "Next time I'll take you." He answered. "Promise?" I want certainty. "I promise." He smiled. "Let's go back to the castle."He added. Everett directed Pendragon to fly to the balcony of my room. He carried me and jumped on the balcony, he dropped me off, and he rode Pendragon.

he replied. All this time we thought we had been ignored was just another instance of pack neglect by Roland and his pitiful son. “Thank you for clearing that up, your highness. We didn’t know. The whole pack has been under the assumption for years that we have just been ignored. That was what Roland had led us to believe. We weren’t aware that a pack had to be registered. I always assumed that it was a given when a pack was started. Mystic Shadows has been around for nearly one hundred and fifty years, how did it get by without help from the kingdom? Are we considered rogues?” I asked.

"Even before the darkness and the lies you have been fed." Lucian growled in agony, slashing the sword at nothing, trying to silence the ache. "This isn’t real, is it? You're my downfall, my dad told me that. This is your magic tricks!" "No, gods don't do magic," Stella whispered, walking toward him. "It’s your heart fighting your orders." The void shuddered again as a crack tore through the sky as Morgan arrived clad in armor of silver and obsidian. His golden eyes scanned the scene, Lucian trembling, Stella glowing like a star in the dark.