Mystic Code Novels & Stories

Alex said as he shone water on the surface of the painting. Victoria noted it carefully. "Next code." Alex said and then illuminated another part of the painting. Where the second code appears with a shining silver colour. "The next code is 9-3-21-18-20," he said then. "The third code." He continued not long after mentioning the second code. The third code appeared, "2-21-9-12-4" "Liam what is the code you can see from above?" Alex asked Liam. "3-15-13-16-12-5-20-1-9-15-14" Liam replied confidently.

I winked as I walked away. “Do you know what you’re going to do, Miss…” I chuckled and grabbed his arm. “Ana Mystica.”

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

After I cleaned up I sent for my second and third in command, we have a meeting and I tell them about what the Moon Goddess had said to me, they both looked some what relieved after hearing I will be calling off the battle and waiting instead for this Mystic being to find me and go form there, they took particular reverence in the bit about our generations being cursed for spilling the blood of innocents, sigh so let the waiting begin. (5 days later) I'm sitting in my bunker doing a little reading when Eiden stirs a bit giving me and odd feeling which I ignore, I turn as I thought I heard a creaking sound in the distance, I listen but hear nothing further, I turn my head back to continue on

He slipped the phone out, shielding the screen. Three new messages. He’ll suffocate you, moonlight. I’ll show you freedom. You want to say no, but your body already betrayed you. Meet me. One chance. Midnight. The old library wing. Eliot’s stomach dropped. Midnight. The words burned into him like fire. He should delete them. He should erase Damien from his life before Theo noticed. But his thumb lingered over the screen, trembling, betraying the truth he refused to say aloud. He wanted to go.

He raised his hand and the weapon flew back into his grasp and he ran after them. Not having any other choice, the kids got in the stranger's car and he drove away fast enough to avoid being caught by the assassin. "Are you guys okay?" The stranger asked. "Yeah, thanks for helping us," Joe said, out of breath. "Who are you and who was that person that was chasing us?" Lydia asked from behind. "My name's Micah Jameson and that person that was chasing you was a Ginx," Michael said. "A what?" Kurt asked. "A Ginx. A magical warrior from Troleyadia, sent here to find the twin seeds of Eyah and by the looks of it, kill them," Micah said.

But this time, there was a small message embedded in the code. Guess you’ve figured who I am by now. Did you like the rose?

He leaned back, the blue light of the monitor casting sharp, hollow shadows across his face. "This isn't standard Council encryption, Fenn," Jax muttered, rubbing his eyes. "This is military-grade, multi-layered 'ghost' coding. It’s designed to self-destruct if I try to force the door. One wrong keystroke and the whole drive turns into a paperweight."

I was flogged a hundred times for making a laughingstock out of the future king. He has all the say in the palace, so I knew better than to cross him. Anyway, that was all the thing of a past now. I just have to wait a few more months and I will finally be able to spread my wings! My life-long dream of becoming the member of the Mystic Muses was about to reach fruition. Mystic Muses was a sect mostly comprised of female descendants of another minor deity, Lilith. They followed her ways and in order to honor her name, they only accepted maiden with the highest honor. In layman's term, only virgins were allowed.

Lucien slammed his fist into the obsidian desk, leaving a spiderweb of fractures in the stone. "I paid ten million credits for that overseas firewall. It was supposed to withstand a military-grade pack attack." I stood perfectly still, my eyes glued to the cascading lines of code rewriting themselves on Lucien's secondary monitors. My blood ran cold, freezing the wolf inside me. The code was elegant. Destructive. A signature sequence written in a hyper-compressed language. The screen stabilized, the black background fading away to leave two massive, blood-red letters glowing in the center of the terminal: