Mystic Pet Shop の小説・ストーリー

Damn past! She’ll let the rest of her siblings handle their issues. Tonight, it’s party time. “Oh my! Beautiful Misty! Dear, it’s been long since the last time you were here, how have you been! I’ve got lots of great finds for you!” She was welcomed by a chubby, bald man in a yellow checkered and glittered top. The purple scarf around his neck swayed as he cat-walked towards her and then kissed both sides of her cheek. The owner of the famous Bri’s Salon and Boutique.

With no closed or open sign displayed, Cecelia turned the knob to see if the door was open or locked. The door of the Bayou Mystic Essence squeaked as Cecelia slowly opened it. The inside was flooded with bright sunlight as it streamed in through the opened entrance displaying shelves and racks filled with herbs, candles, and other materials needed to perform any type of spell or healing that a mystic may need. “Can I help you?”

Lisa pointed out, excited to check it out, but Adam wasn't. "Can we just return to our hotel room?" Adam was already having a bad feeling about this. If it was one of them, they were sure to be recognized and if it waan't, humans saw nothing apart from the physical so it was most likely going to be a waste of their time. "No, we can not," she said sternly before taking off towards the shop. Adam followed with a sigh. She was just as stubborn as their son. The shop was weirdly decorated with withered leaves and weird looking branches. It had a sign infront which read, "SEER" with a half moon symbol on the side.

Suddenly, we heard a distant roar and then I saw fire emitted from amidst the whirlwind. “Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking.” Steve gasped. “It’s exactly what we all have in our minds – Sage’s spirit animal.” Morgana ascertained. “But Sage is dead.” I stated the obvious fact just as the so called sprit animal came into full view with the whirlwind coming to an end. “You can just leave me to assume it now possess a mind of its own.” “Which could prove to be very dangerous.” Kate sighed. “You guys should leave. I’ll handle this.” Morgan said. I shook my head negatively.

The answer was simple, and it was something Mane had seen when he read Dan’s ‘Status’ window – the Mystic Path. The Mystic Path was developed by a group of desperate humans who believed that it was possible that, just like Magical Beasts, humans had a potential towards strange abilities that were hidden within them. These mad men, who found nothing wrong in experimenting on young children, theorized that it was possible to break the cage that sealed the potential of human beings, and developed a drug after countless errors that had a 10 % chance of doing just that. They called this drug ‘Savior’, since it was meant to save the human race from the threat of extinction by Magical Beasts. Altho

It only got worse when her helper came from the back at the sound of the bells jingling over the door; it was as if I wasn't there. "Hello, welcome to Pitter Patter Pet store; I'm Gracey; how can I help you?" Gracey was a brunette with a chest that even I envied and tattoos up her arms and across her chest, fully displayed in the tank top she barely wore, with jeans that I was almost certain had been painted on. I felt two feet tall when she turned all her attention on Gabriel.

It's a small yellow house with a big sign on the front that says, "Hazel’s Psychic House." Layla and Sunny walk through the door and are greeted by a warm, incense-filled room. The walls are adorned with tapestries and shelves filled with crystals and tarot cards, creating an atmosphere of mystique and intrigue. They are then greeted by an older woman with gray hair pulled up into a vintage style bun as she says, "Hello ladies! I am Hazel, your spiritual navigator. "

"Good afternoon. Can I have a cup of your local tea?" He looked at me warily, studying me, and nodded curtly. "We only have Mystic Chai. It's a black tea with several spices. Would you like it with or without milk?" "Without milk, just a touch of honey." He nodded and reached for his teapot. "Grab yourself a seat. I'll get your tea to you." I sat down on a worm chair with a table adorned with tattered lace dollies and mismatched tea cups staring around me. The ceiling had delicate cobwebs hanging on the corners and my skin prickled with irritation.

I’m watching the clock and time is going by so fucking slow. Pandora is sitting on the counter, soaking up all the attention she can get from customers. My cats are a little famous around the shop, and people assume I’m a total crazy cat lady who spent lots of time training them to be so well-behaved. And I’m one hundred percent fine with that rumor. She sits up, growling, and looks at the person who just walked through the door. “You have got to be kidding me,” I say, when I see demon—and witch—hunter, Easton Richards, walk through the door.