Novel & Cerita Mystic Nine

she asked, leaning forward to get a better look. “Nothing you need to worry about right now,” Professor Thorne said, but her grip on the steering wheel tightened. They drove for another ten minutes before the trees opened up, and Maya’s breath caught in her throat. Mystic Grove Academy stood at the top of a hill, made of grey stone that looked like it had been there for centuries. Ivy crawled up the walls, windows glowed warm gold even though it was still early morning, and towers rose up into the sky like something out of a fairy tale. But there was something else about it ….a weight in the air, like the whole place was holding secrets deep in its foundations.

Samuel's puzzled voice came from behind me. "Ms. Johnson, you're taking the cable car down? You're not walking?" I turned around and met the confusion in both Samuel's and Hayden's eyes. A bitter feeling rose in my chest. For three years, ninety-nine visits to draw a fortune stick. Every time, I had climbed the mountain on my knees. Then I limped all the way back down. All of it was to show heaven how sincere I was. I thought if I was sincere enough, I would eventually receive a supreme blessing.

The duo started a competition to ruin her mood each day, and she had to end it even before they argued over who the winner was. Arial lied every day, as Cassandra called it, though she didn't want to listen to her pettish talk, but they had more facts than a lies. Who was she to blame? She trusted them both, but she got mocked for her loyalty. She ended it all before she was to be called a fool by them during one of the days. Now, it's been almost a month, and she hasn't met the mysterious guy, as she calls him. The umbrella sat lonely in the corner as her eyes darted to it on rainy days. Soon, his image and his vision left her memory as she began to live life again.

He was basically the ruler of this world. "What are you thinking about?" Kaelen kissed my hair, sounding a little annoyed that I'd spaced out. I couldn't hold back the excitement in my chest. "Dusty—I mean, Kaelen, what's going on here?" He gave me a little smile and pulled me into his arms. "Because I'm Kaelen, I've got nine lives. Dying once doesn't really matter. I just failed my last trial, that's all. But you can't abandon me now."

he replied. All this time we thought we had been ignored was just another instance of pack neglect by Roland and his pitiful son. “Thank you for clearing that up, your highness. We didn’t know. The whole pack has been under the assumption for years that we have just been ignored. That was what Roland had led us to believe. We weren’t aware that a pack had to be registered. I always assumed that it was a given when a pack was started. Mystic Shadows has been around for nearly one hundred and fifty years, how did it get by without help from the kingdom? Are we considered rogues?” I asked.

Chad never expected Balaro to be a member of Hacniane's Mystics. Seis solemnly said, "There were only six sacred places that belong to the Mystics in modern times. Balaro and his double pupils gained the favor of the heads of these sacred places within ten years of joining, allowing him to master all the essential arts. By chance, someone discovered a nine-petalled chrysanthemum tattoo on him." Chad exclaimed, "That's the emblem of the Neuf Chrys Club!"

Among the main family branch of the Mason family, Cedrick was the only grandchild of the family's elder, while the elder's sister had nine grandchildren, with David being the youngest. Everyone would address him as the Ninth Master. Cedrick and David were cousins and were both around their late twenties. They rarely talked and even held grudges due to certain events in the past. When Catelyn heard Cedrick addressing the man 'Nine', she realized that the gentle-looking man before was the celebrated Ninth Master of the Mason family. She had heard tales of him forcing three industrial giants into selling their properties to the Mason family with ease over a single night. Since then, he was infa

I move to the other side of the archway and lean against a marble pillar, crossing my arms under my chest. “The Mystics,” I continue, glancing at him, “began to appear a few months ago. I held them off for a while, and they respected that, but…” I close my eyes. “Blake, she’s… she’s struggling. She’s been kicked out of three schools, and she just turned seven.” “I am aware of how old she is.” His voice is cold. I guess I expected that, the ice in his tone. This was my decision, after all, keeping them apart.

I leaned against the cold brick wall, my hand trembling as I pulled my phone from my pocket and called my assistant, Maria, to come get me. The ninth time. I thought back to the ridiculous bet Julia had proposed a year ago. "Nine choices, Leona. Let's see who Isak really picks. The loser walks." The first time was at my mother's funeral. A rival family crashed the service and opened fire. Isak dove to shield Julia without a second thought. The second time was at his succession ceremony. A bomb went off, and his first instinct was, again, to protect Julia. The third, fourth, fifth time…

“Exactly like the wizard. But with better tea.” I blinked at her. “Is this a real place or a theatrical fever dream?” Merlin leaned in and whispered. “Mystique Gore is the kind of town that keeps its secrets wrapped in fresh linen and smiles. You’ll see!” She winked again and skipped down the hall. Okay. Officially unhinged. I chalked her up as “possibly delusional,” but somehow I didn’t toss the cookie. Later, in my room, I opened my encrypted phone and logged the day.