Mysteries Novels & Stories

And the first step to achieving that was just to solve one of the witches mysteries and get promoted to a senior witch; the position came with a broom for flying and the Ingrid spell book. The witches' mysteries were definitely far from being easy. These mysteries consisted of things that were yet to be known, solving unexplainable puzzles and explaining certain causes of some events such as finding out what was at the depth of the Bermuda triangle, or determining the cause of the blood rain, or giving a specific time frame or a cause of the blood moon, or finding out the durations of total solar

Divine sensed the depth of his feelings and the strong family bond that tied them together. As the train's wheels continued their rhythmic song, the cabin became a place of shared stories and deep connections. Sarah and Divine, strangers turned friends, were bound by more than just their circumstances. They were united by the tapestry of their pasts, woven with threads of resilience, hope, and the power of unexpected connections.

The city stood still under the blanket of darkness, its usual hum drowned out by the gravity of the situation. Lysandra stood by the window of her apartment, her gaze fixed on the distant skyline. The moon hung low, a crescent scarred by the remnants of forgotten secrets. Her fingers drummed absently against the edge of her desk, the images of the latest murder scattered around her. Another death. Another symbol. Another victim. She couldn't shake the sense of familiarity gnawing at her, a creeping feeling that the crimes weren’t just connected by bloodshed, but by something more ancient, more primal. The pattern was undeniable now, woven through the fabric of the city's darkness.

It didn’t matter if this was my first time—I knew I deserved better. Frustration and anger churned within me. My thoughts spiraled, replaying the injustice, and suddenly, my head throbbed with a sharp pain. It was so intense, like my skull was splitting open. I gasped, clutching my head, but before I could fully react or even say anything, everything around me went dark. I could faintly hear my mother's panicked yell, her voice cutting through the growing darkness. It was soon followed by a wave of commotion—people scrambling, voices overlapping in worry. But as quickly as it came, the chaos began to fade, growing distant until it vanished completely.

We made it back to base about halfway through the day. Drake had mysteriously vanished in the middle of the night, leaving us by ourselves. We thought it was fishy at first. But then after all it was better than being peppered by questions. I don't know why he was so interested, or anyone for that matter. We kept our heads low and did as we where asked. I suppose its the mystery that's so appealing. What wasn't appealing was the truth behind our secrecy. The less that people knew, meant the less chance people tried to become our friends.

The darkness of the surrounding forest seemed to close in on us as he led me deeper into the unknown, our footsteps crunching in the undergrowth as we pressed forward. We stopped abruptly when we saw a woman standing in front of a raging fire, her back turned to us and another woman, who sat beside Alice close to the fire. The woman was chanting in a language I couldn't understand. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized her as Alice, and the other woman, my mother, her hair wild and unkempt in the firelight. I couldn't see her face. Alice raised a bloody organ, a heart, which I guessed was from the monster Ryan had talked about, in one hand and a knife in the other.

“I want you to ransack her bag and bring whatever you find there.” Immediately Drey nodded and left my office. I moved to my laptop, typing in some things. Long time ago, I had installed camera's st tge gate of the Moon Blood Pack. I wanted to know everything going on with my uncle. With this new discovery, I zoom in to the camera at the mansion. There were numerous cars driving out of the mansion. I frowned. Whatever was going on, my uncle was up to something.

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?

RILEY POV Letting my attention wander back to the newscaster on the television, I raised a brow. "Two killed from animal attack in Mystic Height," I read the heading, shaking my head. I, for once, knew it wasn't an animal attack. It had been going on for a while. Ever since the competition ended, one thing or the other had been happening. The sudden change in the atmosphere I had attributed to the championship at first, but after a few rumors going about animals killing humans, most significantly, I was keen to look into it.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun