Mystic 9 Novels & Stories

My name is Gavin York. I’m thirty-five years old, and I have worked in the city for the past five years. It’s been tough to get by lately, so I decided to get a roommate to cut down on rent and living costs. I advertised online and waited, but months ticked by with nothing. Just as I was about to take down the notice, a message from someone named Rose Wilder popped up in my feed. Her profile picture showed a woman with a sultry, mature vibe, but her page was blank. It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air.

Leslie POV Maidstone, North America, 2000. What the hell is this scent? Swiftly the light went off, then darkness and stillness possessed the room. I dropped the Shakespeare’s Othello book on the stool and shifted the part of my head into the wolf’s head and let out a silent growled. The room was still nothing amiss. Michael was snoring on the bed, and I was glad he was, for I don’t want anybody to know about my identity as a wolf.

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.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

With the rain he said his work load had decreased, so for now I wouldn't push him. We approached the tavern, a white tall building with many floors. It was wedged between two others, makimg it look cramped and tight. A single sign hung from a suspended rod that read, Lucky's Tavern. It swayed with the wind that ripped through, creaking and groaning as it swung. Sebastion pulled open the red painted door and offered Maya in with a hand gesture. Giggling she kissed him on the cheek and walked in. "I how you don't expect me to do the same. I'd rather cut my tongue out." I said teasingly. Sebastion's eyes narrowed and he shook his head.

The river of magma bubbled and surged, casting wild, dancing shadows across the domed ceiling. From the stone of the Flame Mother herself, a deep, resonant hum began to vibrate, echoing the exact frequency of the mating runes that Xander had painted on Aria’s skin by the lake. The air grew thick with a supernatural electricity, the raw, ancient magic of Moonrise recognizing its new mother.

He cries in silence while wincing in pain once a while before the anesthesia given to him kicks in fully and sends him sleeping for a long time. --------------- It was 9:00 in the evening when Anna struggles to find the keys to the entrance of her apartment from her light brown bag that contained both necessary and unnecessary stuffs. What she considered necessary included her purse, keys to both her office and her apartment, her personal notepad where she made little notes while trying to analyze the personalities of people around her, her laptop for research purpose and her pink knitted muffler which she got from Josh, last year’s Christmas along with a necklace whose pendant was shaped li

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?