Mysteries Novels & Stories

THE MYSTERY ABOUT HIM 👤🌖 🔥🔥 . Historical, Mythological and Mystical. . Chapter 1🩸 . . 🦋 THE TATTOO 🦋 By Destiny Godfrey . . The rain was vehement. It beats the ground without mercy. Angry thunder clapped loudly at the sky. The wind amplified it. I stood on the verandah of my class, along with my other classmates.

out of everything why mushrooms? "Well hello there Alpha Jackson...." One of the rogues stated. I knew that voice...where did I know it from? "Oh great...." I muttered as the rogue laughed maniacally in front of me. I definitely knew this guy. But why had he come now?

I think I need to find him… but if I do, how can I find him when I don’t know what he looks like? Will he come to my rescue? Will he end these mysteries?

I despised them almost as much as I despised being woken up from my sleep, I rolled my eyes before looking over at Justin, Justin was a tall lanky guy, three years my junior and completely obsessed with murders. “Rush, it is an extremely high profile case and there’s a lot of second guessing going around, let’s face it the Hudson’s are not short of enemies. They’ve been crawling out from the shadows for some time now.” there was a brief pause where Justin and I gave each other a knowing look, only a person with our experience would know that a person who is missing, is a person of interest. “If a person has nothing to hide, why would they run?” I said to Justin while raising an arched eyebro

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.

Deagan laughed, wiping the slobber off his face. “Misterio… Mist, for short.” Deagan eyed her strangely. “That’s very different, any reason?” Hazel asked and Aria smiled at the grey-eyed cuteness. “Misterios means Secrets in Spanish.” Deagan caught on easily while others remained in the dark, no one asked her to elaborate. “Well then Mist, come meet your uncle Aycin.” Aycin held his hands out and so he made his way down the table, receiving rubs and kisses. “Little attention lover, isn’t he?” Aria laughed at Deagan’s words.

New Story Chapter 1 (Maya’s POV) I was stretched out on the living room couch like I had nowhere else to be, one leg hooked over the backrest, the oversized shirt I was wearing bunched up around my hips. My AirPods were in, and Lila’s voice poured into my ears, warm and familiar, the way it always was when it was just the two of us on the phone.

We didn't say a word to each other. My actions weren't justified even if David clearly enjoyed the f**k. Every bit of me was occupied with guilt as I took the empty glasses to the kitchen. At least I still had some manners left. I washed them and safely tucked them in their designated racks. As I turned to leave, I found the empty sachet of the acclaimed orange flavor lying on the ground. As I picked up the satchet for a closer look, my heart skipped a beat. The name scribbled on it made my breath catch in my throat. Time seemed to freeze, and the room around me faded away, leaving only a suffocating sense of dread.

"You got something, Blackwood? Because right now, 'ritual killer' is all we've got, and that's not exactly narrowing the suspect pool in a city this size." "The wounds aren't made by conventional weapons," she said carefully. "And the positioning of the bodies suggests knowledge of old religious practices. I have contacts who might help identify the symbols." Rick glanced at her, surprise briefly crossing his features. In three years as partners, she'd never mentioned specialized contacts. "Do it," Mendoza ordered. "And keep it quiet. Last thing we need is panic about satanic cults or whatever the hell this is." If only it were that simple, Casie thought.

Look where that got me! I keyed into every little detail, no matter how meaningless, except the very one that mattered. My lover’s ambition. I shook my head, pushing the regrets aside to focus on the man before me. My expression went blank, giving space for the disgust to settle. All the while, I was cosy in my little dark world; species were advancing. Mutating? Because what the hell is this madness? Are wolves blood-crazed as we vampires that they seek to suck blood now? That wasn't the most surprising of it all. This fat girl who looked absolutely harmless and vulnerable in the mirror was not exempted from this madness.