Mystic Cast Novels & Stories

she immediately changed the subject and I was glad she did. “Okay, if you say so” Danielle agreed and we shifted to talking about the previous shoot we had that Friday. “... I know right? I told you they wanted us to join them that was why we got those special treatments," Rebecca said putting two full slices of bread in her mouth and drinking coffee, "They think we can be easily drawn by mare gifts" she shook her head. "I wonder oo" I added. "Please pass me the grape and orange" I pointed to the plate with fruit that was sitting beside my twin.

Eli asked concernedly the moment he saw Damian. Nodding, Damian replied with a smile, "Don't worry about it, Grandpa." Eli sighed. "It truly boggles me as to who wants to take my life. Just who are Mystic Healers, Damian?" Damian's gaze hardened, his voice grim as he answered, "Mystic Healers are considered a branch of traditional medicine. Anyone who's a part of them can harness the forces of nature through sorcery.

Sebastian paused for a second before he added, "I only needed one move to kill you, but since you were bold enough to hold the mystic sects of Dramon in contempt, I'm going to show you what mystic spells are! "Remember, the mystic sects of Dramon are what you pale-skinned mongrels can only look up to in awe!" As he spoke, Sebastian formed a seal with one hand. Countless silver snakes of electricity criss-crossed in the air to form a gigantic net.

I guess because of my history with Nicklos I was still a little too trusting. "I know, I know. I guess I should tell Sebastion about your little trick. If this storm is going to be as bad as it looks, there is no way we can go hunting now. Unfortunately that will lead to telling Maya the truth." I said grimly staring at the angry swarming clouds. Sebastion and I have been holding off telling the truth because to be quite honest we didn't know how they would react. Unlike us, they had no magical inheritance and where clueless to their surroundings. They believed magic was dead just like we did.

We trained alongside for a short time, Nitacha helping me understand my powers. My powers... My blue eyes gazed at my clawed hands. I had control over shadows and spirits, a siren voice and a hyper sensitive intuition. The shadow control was so mastered that my emotions could trigger the shadows to react, I could even control someone just by my will alone. My intuition was creepy, though. I was hardly ever wrong about anything that I sensed. I moved from the window and walked into the main hall of the castle, seeing quite a few people. There was Zukira, my angel best friend, her mate Delirus, Len and Astrania. Moving black bangs from my eyes, I sat in an empty chair at the table. You never w

THE MYSTERY ABOUT HIM 👤🌖 🔥🔥 . Historical, Mythological and Mystical. . Chapter 1🩸 . . 🦋 THE TATTOO 🦋 By Destiny Godfrey . . The rain was vehement. It beats the ground without mercy. Angry thunder clapped loudly at the sky. The wind amplified it. I stood on the verandah of my class, along with my other classmates.

Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today. Seven, the ever-observant second-in-command, nodded in my direction as I approached. Seleira stood beside him, her arms crossed, eyes scanning the group with her usual sharp focus. I took a deep breath and started stretching, doing my best to avoid eye contact with Zayn. The last thing I needed was another pointless exchange with him. "Oh, the princess is back." I caught whispers from my side. They were trying to keep it low, but did they forget we had supersonic hearing? Or were they just stupid?

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

his confession brought tears in my eyes. I hugged him tightly for loving me so much. I can see every family member of mine is looking at us adoration and pride. Huge round of applause made us apart from our hug. Thank you so much God for bringing my boring life to interesting, heart breaks, love and most importantly happiest one. I love you so much my dear husband. I don't know why he calls me mysterious? But I was never mysterious, right? THE END.

I tried again and again, to the eleventh and fifteenth time, until I could hold on no longer. "Why's everything working against me?" I asked, a little louder this time around, my voice tight with frustration. "Moon goddess, you can see me, right? Why are you doing this to me? Why do you keep frustrating me? This is the only reason I went to Maltos' Castle because I couldn't wait to lay my hand on it." "This is the password for God's sake; why are you deliberately working against me?" I yelled, throwing up my hands in exasperation as my gaze pierced through the ceiling, determined to see her.