Mystic Hearts Novels & Stories

Taking me to a world I had only read about. I could feel the love as his lips moved against mine softly. I could hear the promises in his steadily beating heart. I could see the dreams we could achieve as I closed my eyes, feeling myself disappear into a story that only ended in a happily ever after. And in this world of broken hearts, I had chosen his, to make it mine. And I had no intention of returning it ever.

I whisper, my voice thick with tears. “I know.” His words are soft, tinged regret and pain. Heavy silence stretches between us, but for the first time, I don’t mind it. I listen to the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my ear, letting it ground me, anchor me in the present. The music changes, James Arthur’s Last of the Whiskey filling the room. The slow, sultry beat wraps around us, and I find myself wishing I could sway to the melody, to lose myself in the haze of smoke.

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

Her heart hammered behind her ribcage and she leaned in closer, not giving a second thought to what she was doing. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them as they both succumbed to the demands of their bodies. Luke's fingers intertwined with hers, a gentle yet unyielding grasp. As Luna's lips touched Luke's, the gentle pressure of his mouth sent shivers through her veins. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, both their hearts slowing down to beat as one.

The music hall smelled faintly of smoke and dust, the old wood groaning beneath every breath of wind through its cracked windows. Eliot stood frozen, the broken moonlight spilling across his skin, casting him in pale silver. He had no business being here. Theo’s voice still echoed in his head—Stay away from him. Damien will ruin you. And yet, here he was, heart racing, throat dry, caught in the place he swore he wouldn’t return to. Damien was waiting. Of course he was.

I had no idea he had someone he liked. And then he presented the other crystal shoe. "I tried to find the owner, Katherine, but I never did. I was afraid of hurting another girl because of what I did to Gillian. I've been holding back all these years. "But I guess God works in mysterious ways. I can't believe you're the girl I saw that night. That was my first time. My only time. But can you give me a chance, Katherine? I promise I'll love you right." I hugged him. "Yeah. Promise me you'll give me a home?"

She went rigid, her inner muscles clenching around me like a vice, and then she was coming, crying out my name-, her body shaking with the force of it,. I collapsed against her, careful not to crush her, our hearts hammering in sync. I pressed my forehead to hers, our noses touching-, our breath mingling,. Outside, the city hummed on, indifferent to our reconciliation,. But inside, in the warm light of our living room, with her arms around me and her heartbeat against my chest-, I finally felt like I could breathe again,.

he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck. I got goosebumps, and trembled against his chest as I felt his ink-covered hand grip the doorknob and turn it. No, I didn't want to be afraid even though he seemed like a damn psychopath about to dismember me in the basement of a fraternity while throwing a party. It was definitely movie material. "I still don't fear you, Andra," he said. I got goosebumps when we descended, and I realized the music and shouts were still audible; I felt isolated in the darkness.

“Prepare the gate.” Dominion Archives – Hidden Chamber Ivy stared down at the glowing map etched across the marble table. Ancient symbols shimmered across the surface—sigils only a true Flamebearer could decipher. “This,” Mira said, “is the Map of Echoing Hearts. It shows the emotional energy of every bonded soul across the known world.” “And this one,” Aiden pointed, “is Killian.” A pulsing red mark in the northwest. Moving. Fast. “Where is he going?” Ivy asked.

“Only his sister can power it. It’s her gift. He used her powers eleven years ago to charge it, overthrowing Atticus as head of the coven. But the orrery is running out of power. He’s getting weaker. Our powers as mystics can only help him so much. He needs her and will tear your uncle's kingdom apart to find her. He thought he could use you, or Princess Misty, but he needs a specific… skill set.” “What can she do–” The mystic pulls a dagger from her cloak and screams, sending it through her own heart. I rush away from her, my chest squeezing tight. Her eyes go dim as she collapses. My powers retreat. The sun shines again, covering the ashen clearing in streams of gold. The mystic’s chest ri