Mystic Cast Novels & Stories

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.

Before I could even process what Jay had said, he suddenly crushed the cross pendant in his hand to pieces. Then, he grabbed my hand and slapped himself across the face. A sharp crack sounded in the air. He pointed casually at the freshly dug mound of earth, his voice full of unfounded grievance and despair. "I just wanted to see my mother, Dylan! What exactly did I do wrong? Why did you dig up her grave?" At that moment, Giselle rushed over in a hurry and grabbed my throat, her eyes like poisonous needles stabbing straight into me. "It's like I don't even recognize you anymore, Dylan! What are you even doing here?"

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.

"But don't let me oversleep." Cassius nodded with a smile. "I won't." *** The sun had risen to mid-morning when I was woken by some commotion. I shot to my feet from my position against the stone walls and looked around. People were chatting with one another excitedly. I scanned the crowds to see what was going on when I saw Cassius speaking to a familiar figure. It was Chloe, the witch elder from the River of Three Sisters, and behind her stood a group of cloaked figures. Adrenaline shot through my body as I made my way through the crowds. The witches had arrived. And thankfully much earlier than expected.

I had personally never met a more corrupt fucker than him, and I had met plenty of corrupt fuckers in my short life thus far. Something that Kalamar figured out, per Angel’s own inquisitive question, was that Mystics were able to absorb elemental abilities, since they were immune to them, and infuse it into their own ability. Her light had mixed with his water affinity, and created a spray of water, which then held light that was as hot as the sun. That meant every single Mystic would be able to harness it this way. There were twenty-four dragons here today between the two thunders. Brynn was reaching out to a couple more that the Council had alliances with. She was hopeful that they would g

But that would only happen for a normal human. I pulled out a strand of my hair and then my eyes gleamed Scarlett red. I chanted a spell as I held on to the hair and it suddenly turned to a small bird. I let the bird fly out through the window, controlling it till it landed somewhere in the forest. It was a simple teleportation spell. One I never learnt or remembered acquiring in the first place. All I knew was, the spell was always in me and now again, it was going to be handy for me. My eyes gleamed red again as I chanted the finishing spell. I closed my eyes and as I opened them, the moonlight's gaze was what welcomed me first and the gentle breeze that came with it. It was mainly dark bu

"Wait—I might have something that can make it a whole lot easier." "How?" "A spell. To change your shape and your scent. Not much, just enough to mess with their scans." I lifted an eyebrow. "A spell? Who casts one on me?" He was grinning. "Remember Old Magda?" "Oh no. Not her. The woman's insane." "She is not insane. She is a morals-unquestioning mystic herbalist," he told me. "She's insane," I told him. "Talented," he said . "Come on, before you wake up to your senses."

" She asked. "Yes, almost the entire Black Mist area is inhabited by vampires." "I thought all vampires just lived in castles. Why didn't you ever take me out?" She said. "Next time I'll take you." He answered. "Promise?" I want certainty. "I promise." He smiled. "Let's go back to the castle."He added. Everett directed Pendragon to fly to the balcony of my room. He carried me and jumped on the balcony, he dropped me off, and he rode Pendragon.

She gave a pathetic laugh. “Do you know who that bastard is, what he’s gonna do to you. Do you know the man you’re living with, an animal!” “Ain’t you taking this too personal.” “He’s competing for the elections isn’t he? Do you even know what the election is about, what the people in there do. They would say it’s a secret cult. Well it is, a secret cult of mafia..” “Mafia?” Elina shook her head. “He’s not.”

Brightness bellow, and the darkest void you can never imagine were above, a thrown of stone or a stony mountain with the shape of thrown stands erect mightily like a solid base holding doomsday from arriving, siting in it a creature with the majestic air that can overthrown any king or emperor, what beneath his thrown is a table long enough to hold thirteen chairs, the third of them in the right side of this table is occupied by a dazed certain handless human who got his hand back when he steps in this realm, the doziness of him is not caused by an intense shock and disbelieve but he was frozen in mind and soul and body, al thoughts of him are blocked from being processed by his mind, his