Novel & Cerita Great Mystery

Micah said. "But we couldn't find it because the coordinates were a bit confusing but I'm so close to figuring them out. But, when we do find them, opening it might be a bigger challenge because, and I'm pretty certain of this, it has to require some sort of magic to unlock it. Magic from a Ginx or maybe even more," Mr Philip said. "Magic from us?" Lydia asked. "Yes, and maybe from someone like that Ginx that was trying to kill you guys," Micah answered.

It would be 12 AM soon and the deed need to be done before 11:59 PM. "Have a nice sleep." She said with a malicious smirk as she disappeared. She walked away from the backyard and put her cloak over her head as she moved towards the pack borders. "Who is there?" One of the pack patrols yelled and she hurriedly ran and crossed the log of wood that indicated the end of the pack. She looked back and smiled victoriously. "Wait for me." She thought with a giggle before stomping away in the dark night. * * * Lyra sat up instantly. Something pricked in her mind and she could not sleep. She does not know why. She sniffed in the air and this pungent smell made her wrinkle her nose. "Whose scent is th

The cabin was eerily quiet, the rhythmic chugging of the train now replaced by an unsettling silence. "Sarah?" Divine's voice quivered as she called out, her heart pounding in her chest. No response. As the fog of confusion lifted, Divine's eyes fell on a scene of chaos. The impact had been devastating, and Divine's pulse quickened as she searched for any sign of her newfound friend. And then, amid the wreckage, she saw a glimmer. The ring Sarah had given her, now resting on the ground. It was as though fate itself had intervened to preserve the symbol of their bond.

"As in 'p' and 'e'. pemily?" "Yes!" "Why?" "What do you mean, why?! Don't you know 'pemily' is the one who got mistakenly recognize by a reporter as a celebrity due to her unmatched figure and went viral due to it! Even though no one has seen her without a mask. Her beauty can't hide it all! Do you even get it, big bro?!" Jc looked at him with disgust as he unlocked the phone and said. "I feel bad for your parents... I'll go now. Thanks for the phone."

my kindness will be my undoing one day, a re-captured vamp and a mystic wolf, talk about the catch of the century! It's 5:20 PM soI'm sure that Jeni is gone by now as well as Mr.Greene, so we cautiously make our way down into the underground garage and get into my car. I throw my over night bag into the front seat and strap him into the back with some snacks for the road and we make our way off to the Coven. I left my door unlocked as well as a note for Kavi if he passes by, so he wouldn't go loco thinking I was kidnapped or ran away.

He scrambled to retrieve the phone, his breath hitching as he tried messaging me instead, but only exclamation marks flashed on the screen. Panic clawed at his chest. He tore downstairs and sped home, but the empty house greeted him like a tomb. I had been long gone, and my beloved specimens had vanished from the shelves, too. The relentless ticking of the clock was the only sound, a cruel reminder that this wasn't some nightmare he could wake from. His mind went blank, grasping for anything to hold onto. Then he remembered the invitation I had thrown at him, one that he had dismissed as a childish jab.

This year, he had to put on a show to convince his grandfather that he had indeed gotten married. Landon drove home, opened the door, and turned on the lights. The brightly lit interior made him freeze for a moment. He carefully looked around, wondering whether he had entered the wrong place. He had unlocked the door with his fingerprint, so there should not be any possibility of entering the wrong apartment. However, everything in front of him seemed unfamiliar.

The young maid asked. “No one can say when it comes to the boss,” the second maid replied, he is as mysterious as the devil himself.” One day he never wants to be around women, and the next he has one bathing in his chambers.” “Don’t you agree Stella?” She asked the head maid. “The boss is mysterious for sure, but I’ll not be an ally to your gossip, so shush and clean the good lady up,” Stella the head maid rebuked her girls harshly and got to massaging Gabby.

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

She knew the scent before she even opened the box—it was her mother’s recipe. Her eyes narrowed. There was no way he could’ve known that. Not unless… She stepped into the hallway and glanced down the corridor, heart starting to pound just slightly. Her eyes scanned the flood of bodies—interns in scrubs, gurneys rolling past, a code blue being paged overhead. And then, through the shifting crowd, she saw a mysterious man. He stood halfway down the corridor, half-hidden behind a group of surgical residents chatting near the elevators. His face was obscured by a black KN95, and a baseball cap sat low on his brow, but even through the layers, something about his presence felt… familiar.