Mystic Item Obtained Novels & Stories

Leslie POV Maidstone, North America, 2000. What the hell is this scent? Swiftly the light went off, then darkness and stillness possessed the room. I dropped the Shakespeare’s Othello book on the stool and shifted the part of my head into the wolf’s head and let out a silent growled. The room was still nothing amiss. Michael was snoring on the bed, and I was glad he was, for I don’t want anybody to know about my identity as a wolf.

Trustworthy and understanding. "Okay, I will be downstairs in few minutes." I said and he took that and left not without patting me on the shoulders and taking a look at his 'ugly' self in my mirror, winking at himself and struck a pose. I snorted and fell back on the bed, reminiscing what the Moon goddess said. She was mistakenly bonded to me? How is that even possible? Time to take a shower I guess. * * * I cast a last look at myself and exhaled before exiting my room. I was dressed in just casual clothes since I was just going to be hanging around the pack.

Brightness bellow, and the darkest void you can never imagine were above, a thrown of stone or a stony mountain with the shape of thrown stands erect mightily like a solid base holding doomsday from arriving, siting in it a creature with the majestic air that can overthrown any king or emperor, what beneath his thrown is a table long enough to hold thirteen chairs, the third of them in the right side of this table is occupied by a dazed certain handless human who got his hand back when he steps in this realm, the doziness of him is not caused by an intense shock and disbelieve but he was frozen in mind and soul and body, al thoughts of him are blocked from being processed by his mind, his

I see a mattress, bedsheets, and when I open my eyes, we are sitting on soft materials. "We did it..." I whisper, smiling brightly at Lucy. "We summoned items straight from IKEA!" Lucy smiles back. "This only works when you trust the other person entirely—thank you for letting me borrow your powers." "Wait, I can still use magic, right?" Laughter rolls off his tongue. "Yes, I didn't steal your abilities! I only borrowed some energy." "Phew," I giggle. "I don't know what I would do if I lost my magic!"

There were stores specifically dealing with artifacts; a store for wands and even boutiques selling stylish clothing was available. "Pre-loved books for Phytomysticology. No issue, good as new. You can have it for just 5 magic stones." "Vanity mist, specially concocted by a yellow student. It can maintain your pristine appearance even if you fail to take a bath for one whole month." "Who could be so lazy to even fail to take a bath for one whole month??! Stop jesting around! Take this product of mine instead. Dilute it to water and drink it, this will allow you to look dashing for one day!"

He even erased all memories of the people involved so that they would forget about what they saw. Those were just two of his special abilities. After that, he wasted no time but carried me in his arms and immediately took me back into the sea, or else, I would have a hard time breathing. He resumed the time and that was when we realized that we forgot to take Queen Lenore’s black ring. The Queen also gave him one, but it was smaller than what I brought and lost in the land. It also helped Mackoy on my whereabouts. I must admit that if I were successful in finding Paul, I would have no plans of getting back to the sea. I was more than willing to live in the land even though people treated me

“Y-you…!” Ana grinned and let out a sigh, her appetite diminishing even further. “Well, allow me to introduce myself,” Ana said, extending her hand towards them and gently removing the mask that concealed her face. “I am Ana Mystica, and I’ve returned.” Mateo's and Chloe's eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at the figure standing before them. It was the person they believed to be long gone, the person they thought was dead. “N-no way… I-It can’t be…”

I stated and I slightly tilted the pot. "Don't!" Their three voices echoed in my head again. "What is it that you want?" They asked in unison and I smiled. "You put a concealing spell on a Mystic object yesterday, I want you to break the spell and help me track it down," I replied and I let the pot balance on the floor of the altar. They would never help me undo their own work for another client so I had to resort to this. "The Moon Tracker."

I swiftly added, my lips spreading into a smirk as I drifted into thought. Deep within me, I was certain she wouldn't be able to escape it. I planned to do something she wouldn't be able to escape. I had gotten her where I wanted. "Wow!" Royce's exclamation broke into my head and snapped me back to the present. His eyes glinted with amusement. "So, how were you able to get the sacred heirloom?" He asked, his voice tinged with surprise. "From what I know, most of her maids have never set their eyes on it," he continued.

I replied. "You can't," Nathan said. "Why not?! She can be hurt, and here I am doing nothing when I can help her!" I glared at him and proceeded to push him out of the way. Nathan brought a necklace; well, it didn't look like a necklace because it was too big to be worn around the neck. But it wasn't impossible. "What's that?" I frowned, moving back, sensing the energy radiating off it. "It's a Talisman, gotten from the antique room, and I think this is going to help us," Nathan said, walking away from me and not offering further explanation.