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I yelled in my head but got no response. “I had no idea I put up a wall, how do I take it down?” I was ready to go full-on panic now. “It’s okay Tori, it’s easy. Look into your mind and picture a wall, then picture it coming down and Mystic standing behind it.” As he said that, I closed my eyes and tried picturing a wall. Instead, my mind saw a square building with a garage door. I looked down and saw a remote in my hand. I pointed my hand at the door and pushed the button. Immediately the door began to rise, and Mystic was sitting on the other side. Her head was tilted sideways, and she had a wolfy frown on her face.

I opened my eyes, the silver glow of my laptop illuminating the dark den. A notification pinged—a message from Collins. I didn't scan the words immediately; instead, I checked the global pack clock. It was eight in the evening in Mysticfall, which meant the sun was just rising over the Skydrivee ice. I tapped the link. [I am repaying the credits. I don't have the full sum available immediately, so I will settle the debt in installments.]

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.

~Nassiri~ Everything was so boring these days. Nassiri missed the old days when Heaven and Hell were constantly killing each other, when other realms would bet on who would eventually win. The other realms. How many were there again? A thoughtful jade gaze turned upward as she counted them. There was Heaven, Hell, Earth, Purgatory, the Lunar kingdom, Kinata and the Underworld were one in the same, and Ethereal, so 7. Nassiri casually strode through the gates of Heaven, the guards staring at her as most did. She wasn't sure if it was from how she dressed or just that she was the Goddess of pleasure, but either way, the stares irritated her. Pushing through a group chanting anti-demon slurs, N

Aila Coraline "For goodness’ sake, hit the target, Coraline!" Anastasia shouted in frustration after I missed the target for the fifth time. I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting back to the strange dream I had last night. It felt too real, like I had truly died and been brought back to life, resurrected somehow. It left me unsettled. "Sorry, okay? I just don’t feel well," I mumbled in defense. She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Excuses! The competition is in a week, and you’re still shooting like a decaying archer!"

Michael felt upset and also stood up. “Sir, 270 dollars in total.” Said the waiter. Michael paid the bill and walked away. However, the waiter stopped him and said, “Sir, you leave something here,” Michael looked to the table where the waiter pointed and saw an amulet. He frowned immediately. “It’s her,” Michael murmured. The driver appeared at 6 pm. Lendon didn’t come today, so Kendra felt much relaxed. When they went back to the castle, it was almost dark.

He had to write about why the restrictions shouldn't be lessened so he already had the existing restrictions to base some of his points on. Caden placed his book to the side and rested his head on his hand. However, it swiftly rose again once he got an idea. There was something he'd been meaning to do and that seemed like the perfect time. Psychics were able to access a place called the Mystic Zone. It was a simulation that took place in a psychic's mind that allowed them to explore a setting of their choice. The Mystic Zone could be used for several purposes with a very common one being to test out powers or spells. The setting of the Mystic Zone usually was based on the individual's mood o

she shouts back. I find no other choice but to subtly clench my fists. If I keep this up, the outer end of the emergency room is where I'd be standing until sunrise. ◢ ◣ Saturday comes, and I'm preparing myself to go meet up with Mystic-Shadow. I'd gotten a message saying, “If you need to contact me, use this e-mail address!” so now we were e-mailing, now. It seemed Mystic-Shadow was already waiting. Since I'm not gonna die this weekend, I take back my savings envelope to prepare myself in case I'd have to treat Mystic-Shadow to a drink or whatever.

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

Today, it might not be helpful, but you never know what will happen in the future. After making sure that Miss Martin had indeed left, that her shadows could not be seen and she was out of earshot, Sierra sits back at her chair and resumes the interrupted listening. Alek was talking to an unfamiliar female voice and they were talking about business. Maybe her knowledge about Octagon Solutions was limited but she knows enough to understand that Alek is not just the kind of employee he says he is. Taking notes of deliveries and unclaimed packages? Listing down the monthly revenue on their branch? It was stupid of her to believe so.