Miss Mysterious Novels & Stories

“I do. I saw your grave at the very corner of the Pantheon Tomb. Your grave was very different from the others. It was blank. It didn’t give out a single piece of information about you. And it was the smallest one. Everyone else’s grave had names, at the very least. Some even had their achievements carved in and were much bigger.” The maiden took a while to think to herself, but still, it was to no avail. In the end, she said, “I can’t remember anything at all, so it’s useless asking me now. It’s probably because my soul had been heavily injured in the past. If I can find my body again, I might be able to remember something.” The Mystic Maiden’s identity was rather mysterious in itself, afte

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

He was so curious that he had forgotten that he was supposed to be whispering. "I'm not sure; only the moon goddess knows who she is." The other one said. By the time they finished speaking, we were already in the pack. As soon as we got to the kitchen, I was shocked to find the workers working around, running around as if they were preparing for a grand occasion. "What is going on?" I asked no one exactly; I was still trying to wrap my head around what the ceremony could be when I saw Zara walking out of the kitchen.

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.”

That child… No, that little wolf wasn’t ordinary, and neither was her mother. Mia Henss. The ginger-haired mystery woman. Every time I looked at her, I felt like I was staring into a ghost. The way she held her chin high when others whispered, it reminded me too much of Amira. The only difference was the controlled smile. Amira used to laugh like she was made of sunlight. Mia smiled like the moon, calm, elegant, cold, and hiding secrets. By dawn, I was pacing my study, restless. I needed answers.

Estelle stated sadly, “I will ask someone about it.” “Someone? You mean his family?” “No, I’ll ask his benefactor.” Cristofer furrowed his brow upon hearing this and remarked, “Forgive my straightforwardness, but I find Mr. Mysterious’s quite strange. He rarely made public appearances. The fact that such a mysterious figure passed away in an accident, with only his benefactor knowing the location of his grave, raises suspicions. It seems as though he orchestrated the accident deliberately, ensuring no one can find him…”

"You're Elena? Giselle's broke roommate?" Her shrill voice cut through the air like a knife. I didn't say a word. I just met her glare with a cold, steady look. "Answer me! Is it you? Did you get so jealous of Giselle that you tricked her and put her in danger?" She lunged at me like she wanted to tear me apart with her bare hands. "Mrs. Murdoch! Please calm down!" Professor Mann and another administrator rushed over to hold her back. "I can't calm down! You said it yourself—the ticket was booked under her name! She booked it, didn't go, and my daughter and the other two disappeared! There's no way that's a coincidence! It has to be you! You vicious, heartless monster!"

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

Meredith smiled. A new, unfortunate case in Maine proved to be a timely distraction for April G’s thoughts about her eternal battles with the old witch. Reports of people being murdered in bizarre ways had reached the Agency and it was almost certain that supernatural was involved. Madison was chosen to be on the case and on the following day, she was scheduled to meet Lady for the instructions. “How are you getting on?” Lady asked casually. “Well, let us see… An evil witch has been haunting my dreams and now I often seem to be lost in thoughts and blanking out,” Madison replied.