Mystery Grove Publishing Novels & Stories

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.

but, she looked away immediatly embarassed and he smirked "Wow..i love where this is going" Sarah said looking away ❤...❤ Collins, Mila and the groups they've been moving with..keep appearing in different areas whenever they try appearing at the rythm Mountain "She's blocking us" Henna Greys said I once mentioned this lady in either the "interview" episode or "Almighty Adrian" episode She is a board member of GIC They appeared in a very dark room after passing through so many worlds "Show yourself Nina!" Collins said

on it in large font. "It was written by some guy named Philip Jameson and he studies ancient traditions of lost cultures. When I first saw the book, I thought it was just another children's book but after flipping a few pages, I found this," She said and opened to a particular page that had a picture of the mark on their palms. "Well, I'll be damned," Joe said. "This isn't a fictional book, boys. Everything written in here is true," Lydia said with a sparkle in her eyes.

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

she asked, leaning forward to get a better look. “Nothing you need to worry about right now,” Professor Thorne said, but her grip on the steering wheel tightened. They drove for another ten minutes before the trees opened up, and Maya’s breath caught in her throat. Mystic Grove Academy stood at the top of a hill, made of grey stone that looked like it had been there for centuries. Ivy crawled up the walls, windows glowed warm gold even though it was still early morning, and towers rose up into the sky like something out of a fairy tale. But there was something else about it ….a weight in the air, like the whole place was holding secrets deep in its foundations.

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

Never this real, this solid. We've gotten no solid leads to find the child. Every hospital record from the date the Celester Moon appeared, supposedly November 21st, 2025, turned up empty. It was a dead end, another failure. I drove past a small publishing house one day, the name 'Grace Welsh Press' on the sign, and it hit me like a physical blow. I recalled that she's always wanted to publish her work, to help other indie authors, especially those shamed for writing books with strong, graphic scenes. She believed in telling the truth, no matter how hard it was to read. So I acquired the company for her, in her memory. In her world. It was the only thing I could think to do.

Those corps are wearing some leather suite like armor, swords and spears, arrows are everywhere down here, crows hovering upward in the sky, squeaking with their ugly sounds, but none of them comes down which is weird because usually they should eating and enjoying the fresh meat although human but obviously they don’t care, a feast await for their arrival, while the fight still over, and the winning party is clearing the battlefield for any survivor while burying their kinsmen, that doesn’t mean some of those curious creatures by natures boldly descend in this goury ground stealing some flesh and intestines. Yet they hovering in the skey in circles like a child greeting his father after not

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

"But I need your help too" Goodluck's voice brought him back, he needed his help for what exactly, then he remembered how they had solved a mystery back then together, and the community had pinned them community heroes. They had even been given monetary award, and that had gone a long way to helping Goodluck solve some of his problems as Maxwell didn't collect his gift, but only added it to Goodluck's share.