Mystic Hearts Novels & Stories

“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

The ground beneath us trembled, as if the earth itself feared what was about to come. The hearts began to levitate, their forms bathed in the pulsating light of the circle. The hybrid’s heart was the first to rise higher, its pulse matching the rhythm of Andromeda’s voice. The virgin witch’s heart followed, its magic shimmering like a veil of starlight. Finally, the heart of the treacherous wolf ascended, its energy dark and raw, a reminder of the betrayal that had paved the way for this moment.

’ Alec asks. I think for a moment, ‘With the guardians of Mysteria by my side. We can do this. We can seal him away.’ I place my hand on Alec’s heart. ‘We just need to believe in ourselves, believe that we can do this. It’s our only hope and our only chance of restoring peace to Mysteria.’ Alec pauses in thought, then tilts my chin up with his forefinger, ‘Then we better get to Oak paw mountain then,’ he smiles and then crashes his lips against mine.

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

}} [ that dear one was the cries of my children, the lake is made up of tears of those who lost loved ones in one way or the other before their time, the orbs you see are wandering souls of those who have died before meeting their destined and are stuck here roaming and searching for all eternity, I do not wish that for you Hayden or for any of my children, I have spend milleniums looking on as my children lost their lives foolishly for naught, it pains me and it haunts me to see how far my creations have strayed from their purpose ] {{ Then what must I do to get my mate that was stolen back? }} [ fear not, all is not lost, I have a child a blessed and chosen child that is assisting the Cres

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

The chamber hummed with a power that made my bones ache, my blood sing. And at the center of the chamber— A pedestal. Made of moonlight. On the pedestal— A heart. Made of silver and moonstone and ancient magic. The Heart of the Moon. "Seraphina." Lucien's voice. I stepped forward. "The Heart of the Moon." "Seraphina—" "It's beautiful." "Seraphina—" "It's powerful." "Seraphina—" "It's everything we've been looking for." The shadow in my chest pulsed—cold and sharp. The warmth I had grown accustomed to was now tinged with something colder, a sense of danger that made my skin prickle. The ancient thing stirred within me, restless and hungry.

She asked me with concern. "Ady....can't you see I was jogging, that's what people come here for," I told in a sarcastic tone. "Look around and tell me, do you seriously think people come here to jog?" she asked. I looked around my surroundings. I was near a cemetery. Yes, a real CEMETERY. I was so engrossed in my thoughts and was so much trying to not think about those memories that I didn't even realize how far have I come.

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

John smiles at her. Marianne's eyes become dreamy, thinking of his beautiful hometown. “I heard it’s a great place. If you’re a tourist then you’ll love it there. The food and the market are superb. The locals are lovely. If you don’t know the place, and you’re driving or going for a run or a walk, you might see this magnificent hotel. Be content to watch it’s beauty outside because if you happen to see the beautiful buildings behind it, you might be tempted to go further thinking that it’s just another village, but don’t move forward. For that is the famous barracks, the Catterick Barracks in North Yorkshire. Where the intelligence army and special forces are united. Rumour has it that noto