Mystic Cast Novels & Stories

The woman then asked, "Do you have a name, kid?" "It's Lugh Frankton," Frank replied. "I'm sure you've heard of Mystic Sky Guild, and yes, I'm the chief—so remember that well!" Those words left the white figures shocked, as they were very familiar with that name. Mystic Sky Guild was a mysterious outfit that crushed even a strong dynasty like the Costners, and their chief was standing right here before them! He was said to be astoundingly powerful and ruthless, and they could certainly see that now!

She curtsies and bows low before rising and saying, “Thank you. I am Mystia, the high elder of the Spirit of the Crescent Moon coven. I have been waiting for what seems like many lifetimes for someone with enough determination, enough power and enough love for my granddaughter to access the tree of connections and then follow her connection and break that lock. I tried everything, but no matter what I did was never enough.” “It’s nice to meet you, Mystia. My name is Yasmine, and this is Zachariah…”

Misty replied, her voice shaky but determined. “I need you to run away from here. If you’re not here, Sybil can’t complete her spell. She needs your body,” Hazel explained, trying to convey the urgency in fragments. “But…” Misty hesitated, overwhelmed by fear and confusion. Hazel gently cupped Misty’s face and locked eyes with her, silently conveying her resolve and determination to protect her..

Mystic let out a weary sigh, showing he was out of options. "She messed with an ancient spell that's way out of my league. I can't touch it unless something major shakes up the person it's tied to. However, that's just going to hit back at you twice as hard. It's a no-win situation." Zack glared at Mystic, fury in his eyes. "You're a liar! You're just protecting your favorite student. How come you can clear her mess but not mine?" He pointed at me, his gaze filled with pure loathing.

I show no emotion towards his move, inside, yeah it hurts like hell. ‘Mystic? A little help here? Please?” I can sense Mystic’s anger and frustration at someone touching her human out of malintent. Mystic does not like anyone touching us. “Get your hands off me, now!” He stares wide-eyed at me in shock but does not release me. I stared right back at him. I can feel Mystic coming forward and diving into his realm of healing souls.

Dustin said in resignation. At that, Myst’s face turned cold. “All the men in the world are vile, aside from you! There is no good man left in the world, and you’re the only one I care about!” Myst said seriously. Dustin felt troubled. Myst was once the heiress of a big family, but something happened to the family, and it was driven to a corner. Dustin had saved her family. When he saw that she was talented in fighting, he let her join Hell Hall and made her one of his five Dragon Guards.

"What's this?" Several sheets of paper were taken from the dinosaur's hand. A pamphlet informing the existence of a new cafe with a cheap menu list and different from other cafes. "Chris?" asked Lilyana trying to guess. Ed Shane nodded his head. "He's there." His hand pointed in a direction and Lilyana followed the direction of that hand. She saw someone else this time wearing a kingkong-shaped costume. At the same time, a baby was seen passing in front of him and crying after seeing the scary kingkong. This was very funny for Lilyana, she laughed out loud and so did Ed Shane.

Kendra asked weakly. “You forgot me? I am the one who touched you. Who am I now?” The man leaned, whispered to Kendra. Kendra wanted to say something, but she was too weak to utter any words. She suddenly closed her eyes and passed out. Few people would come to the suburb because it was too remote, but no one knew there was a castle hidden in the forest. It looked so spectacular and mysterious.

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.

I couldn't move anymore; she excitedly stood up and hugged me. "I freaking missed you, my dearest cousin!" I closed my eyes as her scent lingered in my nostrils—sweet and delectable. Fuck! I immediately opened my eyes, which widened in response to what I had just thought. As I looked down at my cousin's neck. It was very exposed. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I can see right through it. I can see her veins. I can see her blood. I can see the placements. I felt dizzy again and held her back, knowing that it was the only way I could retain my sanity. I pushed myself to calm down by closing my eyes again and taking a very deep breath.