Mystic 9 Novels & Stories

“But first, I’d like to ask you a question.” I took a deep breath and gave him a sidelong glance. “What is it?” I asked. I could still see his grin and crossed arms. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Ana... Ana Mystica.”

Trustworthy and understanding. "Okay, I will be downstairs in few minutes." I said and he took that and left not without patting me on the shoulders and taking a look at his 'ugly' self in my mirror, winking at himself and struck a pose. I snorted and fell back on the bed, reminiscing what the Moon goddess said. She was mistakenly bonded to me? How is that even possible? Time to take a shower I guess. * * * I cast a last look at myself and exhaled before exiting my room. I was dressed in just casual clothes since I was just going to be hanging around the pack.

I was standing in a secluded room, away from the music and the noise, when a young boy ran towards me, seemingly out of breath. "Are you Cordelia Blackwell?" He asked me with hopeful wide eyes. This boy couldn't be a day older than eight. I hunched down, "I am, and you are?" "I'm James Burke. My mama needs your help." I knitted my eyebrows together. Who's his mom exactly? And who sent him to me. "I heard that Black Magic can only be fought with Black Magic. Because sometimes darkness can drive away darkness." Uh-ha! That last part was all Morgana. She sent him to me.

Rita The library’s towering shelves cast long shadows as Rita and Derek walked side by side, their conversation a careful dance of half-truths. "Mugwort enhances dream magic," Derek said, fingers trailing along a dusty spine. "But it’s the timing of the harvest that most witches overlook." Rita nodded absently. "Gogo always picks it under a waxing moon." "Smart woman." Derek shot her a sidelong glance. "You seem better today." "I am."

One flame. Then two... Then all nine. The temperature dropped instantly. Evelyn wrapped her jacket tighter. "What are they doing?" The stranger looked up. "They're counting." "Counting what?" He didn't answer. Instead, he stared at Adrian's brass key. The engraved numbers were changing again. 9... 18... 41... 1... And now... 2 Lucien's eyes widened. "The Second Cipher has already chosen its location." Adrian frowned. "You mean we're supposed to go there next?"

I said. "Mackenzie, seems you don't know who you truly are." Sage shook his head negatively. "What do you mean? Do you know anything?" I asked, staring at him suspiciously. "Sage" Daisy shouted and the atmosphere became tensed as the wind blew heavily. I stood still with the two people in the midst of the wild wind. The man stood his ground and same with Daisy. Sage stretched his hand like he did earlier and the red stuff came out again ready to hit us but Daisy stopped it by stretching her hands as well and a blue light came from hers. It met Sage's own midway and they disappeared.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

"The Mystic's power comes from a central nexus point—a core essence that anchors all the duplicates." Miranda leaned in, her eyes narrowing. "To defeat a Mystic, you must find and destroy the original source. But the source is never where you expect it to be." "How do we find it?" Isla asked. A slow smile spread across Taylor's face. "Not by looking. By feeling. The pack bond—Liam's connection to you—might be the key." Isla closed her eyes, reaching out through the mental link she shared with Liam. The battlefield crashed into her consciousness—pain, fury, determination. But beneath that, something else. A subtle thread of... wrongness.

With no closed or open sign displayed, Cecelia turned the knob to see if the door was open or locked. The door of the Bayou Mystic Essence squeaked as Cecelia slowly opened it. The inside was flooded with bright sunlight as it streamed in through the opened entrance displaying shelves and racks filled with herbs, candles, and other materials needed to perform any type of spell or healing that a mystic may need. “Can I help you?”

She played with his hair, using her powers. "Anything for you," he purred, like a puppet mouthing to a soundtrack. "Dance, puppet," she whispered, watching him leave. A few minutes later, he came back with the scrolls she had requested. "Thank you love, I do appreciate it." She put her hand over his eyes, making him fall asleep. Oh how the libido in a person's body could affect their energy levels. She took the scrolls to her secret den, pleased. "Let's see what these have to say." As she read through them, Nassiri found that the crystal was located deep underground, in a waterfall locked cave. It was also on Earth, realm of the mortals. No wonder she couldn't find anything about it. No one