Mystic Item Obtained Novels & Stories

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.

What she considered necessary included her purse, keys to both her office and her apartment, her personal notepad where she made little notes while trying to analyze the personalities of people around her, her laptop for research purpose and her pink knitted muffler which she got from Josh, last year’s Christmas along with a necklace whose pendant was shaped like an x-mas tree. Glasses, hair brush, makeup purse and an extra pair of slippers were the unnecessary stuffs she had in her bag, which she never got to use but always hoped that someday, the need for them would arise. “That was such a hassle.” She sighs when the key is finally brought to light.

Well, Meguitte had her magic. She had secret, secure places filled with a treasure-trove of arcane items, spell books, wands, crystals, athames, chalices, cauldrons, and esoteric items that she had collected throughout her life – from dragon scale to mermaid tears, and every day sought out more. More secrets, more knowledge, and the security that having them gave her, even if she did not possess the power to use them.

He will always be my dad in my heart. When we pulled into the pack, the guards stopped us immediately. “State your names and business for being at Mystic Shadows,” one of the guards stated. Tristan opened his door and stepped out. When the guard saw who it was, his face went white. “I’m sure you know who I am. We have met before. It’s Lewis, right?” Tristan asked. The guard nodded his head, and said he remembered.

Filled with worry for Skyweave and fury at their enemy, he pressed in a low voice, "Skyweave is in Mystic Vale's hands? In that catastrophe back then, Skyweave didn't die? He was imprisoned all this time instead?" "Yes." Amelia nodded hard, her eyes steady, urgency in every syllable. "All these years, Skyweave's soul has been bound by Mystic Vale and tortured. We can't delay any longer. Since you're awake, we leave at once to track Mystic Vale down. Earlier I received a magical weapon from the Netherworld Judge—it can locate the Reincarnation Mirror. And the Reincarnation Mirror is in Mystic Vale's hands right now. As long as we find the Reincarnation Mirror, we can lock onto Mystic Vale's w

With a triumphant gleam in my eyes, I descended from the ladder, the ancient spell book in hand. I approached the bubbling pot, skimming through the pages of the spell book to confirm the ingredients I needed. “A feather from a raven, three drops of moonlight, a lock of the woman’s hair who you want to be forgotten, a pinch of dream dust.” I walked over to the shelf that contained the required ingredients. I had cut some strands of Isabella’s hair when I had invited her to the palace. One by one, I added the ingredients into the boiling pot and watched with an evil delight as the liquid boiled.

Michael started his car, and it slowly moved forward. “It’s important to me. I can’t give it to you.” Kendra frowned as she glanced at his side. Without glancing at her, Michael asked again. “Why? How important is it?” “I don’t need to tell you. Just give it back to me, please.” Her voice sounds irritated. Michael could feel that she lost her patience. The amulet stayed with her for a decade, and a boy gave her years ago. She had to find that boy. She’s still clinging to that past memory she had that day. Keep this one, I will find you one day! The voice of that young boy played again in her mind. She can’t remember his face, but she still remembers his words. That was during the time she an

dad asked as if I was about to run away. As the doors open I am hit with the best smelll I have ever smelt like chocolate and chips. I don't care for each but man this is the best smell I have ever smelt. I try to find the source of the smell but I feel I am coming up short. Just as I am about to walk out on the back porch I see him. This handsome man. Black hair and green eyes he has to be over 6'3". He is built. He locks eyes with me and I know who, what, where, when, and why. This was my Mate. The one I was made for. I want to run to him and hold him but something makes me walk out the door. I know he will follow I don't know how but I just do.

Storm answered and Mysterious was dumbstrucked. " Wait! So you are trying to tell me that we are heading to the realm of the immortality or vase whatever you call it and then I will be granted five wishes, So I could wish for the Dark crystals and it will give me that right? " Mysterious asked and Storm smirked as they continued walking. " Well I don't really know Master, But what I heard is that you can only wish for one Enternal truth or object and the Dark crystals are all Enternal Magical Objects making it only one wish that is to be made while you could wish for other things " Storm said.