Miss Mysterious Novels & Stories

"No. It's a weird dream...and I really couldn't understand it. But it's not about Sister Klay. Is she not home yet?" I looked at the kid. I wasn't sure why but she's just a kid yet her aura speaks of something like she's not just a normal kid. "How did you know that she's not home?" I asked, curious of her. "Who really are you?" "I am Missy," she simply replied, looking innocent. "I don't know how but I just feel like she's not here." She's weird. As I looked at her, my whole body felt like it was exploding. What is this kind of feeling?

Little did they know, that this group of maiden before them is not here to participate with some school mission, nor they were bound by any rules. They were from the Mystic Muses, an independent sect of powerful sorceresses. Just like Audrey's group, the Mystic Muses were also after the treasure hidden within the Blood City. They were from an independent sect that also seeks to further their horizon in the study of soul arts. It was more than a month ago when their sect leader specifically assigned them a special task of looking for the news concerning the forbidden practice of necromancy. They had been on a constant move since then and it was more than a month already. But up until now, t

Craig's POV Everyone seemed to understand that whatever I had to say was important. The expressions on their faces changed, and they focused all their attention on me. Good. It was exactly what I wanted. I unlocked my watch and placed it on the table. “I discovered something unimaginable at the Moon Blood Pack.” Greg scooted closer to his chair. “Was it when you disappeared from the hall?” I nodded. “Thankfully, my foolish cousin was drunk enough to slip. I was able to obtain unquestionable evidence.”

I couldn’t process what he was saying. The words kept tumbling around in my skull, refusing to land. “Wha–what do I have to do with any of this?” Misha’s starless eyes were too steady. “Vescari lost them. All four of his children. Dead. Murdered. One by one. An illness, too, maybe. Now he’s looking for the one he never claimed. The one no one knew about. The dirty little secret. You.”

"The manager was the one who had sold the pill and Mysteria knowing you have found him decided to kill him to shut him up." "Who could this person be?" He mused to himself. "That, my friend, is what we don't know. We do know some helpful things though. That Mysteria is a woman, she always wears a black cloak, she has a pair of Krysts or what did you call it? She also has a sickness that required that drug. One thing I can conclude is, the man you have or used to have in the prison is not the perpetrator." "If he isn't, then why did he run away?"

After waiting a hour before her profile had been retrieved he read keenly: Name: Elizabeth-Reign Lily Davis Age: 23 ¾ Date of Birth: December 19, 1992 Graduate: Leslie High School and Leslie Community College (dropped out) Mother and father: Linette Davis and Crawford Davis Sister: Cecile Davis Mother to: Amber Davis Occupation: Local Newspaper Writer Other: No bad road record except 4 speeding tickets. And something else that was very confidential it has CONFIDENTIALITY written in bold and highlighted in red. William ignored the parts that had to do with the colour of her eyes, hair and how tall she was. He was tempted to click on her confidential information but it’s of no use to him. He j

Instead of Damien, there was a good-looking woman wearing expansive clothes and jewelry, with a black handbag standing in front of her doorstep. "Excuse me Ma, if you are looking for Damien. He's not here" Mystique kindly said as she had observed that She did not seem like someone who had lost her way, knocking on the wrong door as she kept staring at her intensively from head to toe, before shaking her head with disapproval.

Aila Coraline "For goodness’ sake, hit the target, Coraline!" Anastasia shouted in frustration after I missed the target for the fifth time. I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting back to the strange dream I had last night. It felt too real, like I had truly died and been brought back to life, resurrected somehow. It left me unsettled. "Sorry, okay? I just don’t feel well," I mumbled in defense. She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Excuses! The competition is in a week, and you’re still shooting like a decaying archer!"

The plan was simple: grab something light, stay unseen, and slip back upstairs before anyone noticed. But, of course, fate had other plans. As I turned the corner toward the hallway, I heard the soft padding of bare feet. Then a sudden gasp. I froze. “Alexander?” a soft, familiar voice called. I turned, already knowing who it was. Missy. She stood at the end of the hallway like a ghost hair tied up messily, wearing a large hoodie that probably belonged to Nico. Her eyes widened like she’d just seen someone rise from the dead.

"Look. We're not here to pick a fight. I just need to understand what's happening here. People have been going missing for weeks now. All out of the blue. With abnormal traces left behind." That caught ny attention. I felt the hairs on my neck stand. "What kind of traces?" She looked reluctant to divulge the information, but I sensed that she was very desperate. A bad sign. "Magic." Her shoulders sagged. "There's a rogue witch on the loose."