Mystic Pet Shop นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And in Public! On his way to the Hunter Corp, Silver stumbled at a small potion shop. It had a sigh that named it, Crooked Wizard. The Stop itself looked like a hut build from obsidian black stone. The hut had a metallic sheen to it. He stared at it for a while. Another signboard said they trade blood sack. He quickly opened the door.

The house was nice, and the area was quiet enough. I drove down Ninth Street and turned left on Chapman Street. On the corner at West Street was a huge liquor store. I grabbed a shopping cart and I went inside. I was going big with this shopping trip, because I didn’t want to have to come back every second or third day. “Are you opening your own store?” Emory asked, from behind me. “It would be a small store,” I said, and she laughed. She had her two friends from the airport with her. “Oh, sorry, this is Amanda and Clara, and this is Kai.”

Some darted past like streaks of lightning, laughing passengers hanging from them like it was all just a game. Magic rippled everywhere. Children with halos of flame chased each other between merchants selling soul fruit and shimmering fabrics. One shop had a sign that read: THE MOON’S FAVORITE BAKERY—Now Open Again! I stared at it. I didn’t know why it made my chest ache. Beside me, Gold—the talking rabbit, dressed in his ridiculous enchanted hoodie and tiny robe with gold thread embroidery—watched me quietly. His voice broke the silence: “Did you really lose your memories, my lady?”

I say while repressing the groan of desire that wants to escape my lips. If I were less patient, I would follow her now, but tonight has been fruitful. I learned she is one of the founding members of The Sacred Mist Coven, along with Felix and another friend and that she lives in South Boston with her boyfriend who she was reluctant to return home to and that she works at a coffee shop called Mary’s Beans. A quick internet search while she and Felix were chatting about some herb shop, showed me that Mary’s Beans has 6 locations and one is in South Boston. I guess that will be the one she works at. “You seem more than just casually interested in her,” Felix observes.

Who would even want a weak omega like me in the first place? A sigh escaped my lips as I did my chores. I returned to my room and started looking for what to wear for the mating ceremony. “Alice!” I heard a loud shriek from downstairs and I immediately knew it was my cousin, stacey. I rushed down to her room and she was standing with a pile of clothes with her face red with rage. Stacey is my cousin, my very spoiled cousin at that. She is the only child of my uncle Alpha Lucas and his Luna, Elizabeh Lockheart.

Following the shop name printed inside, I managed to track down the online store of the seller. Unexpectedly, the store was empty, there was not a single item for sale. I had no choice but to tap on the customer service icon at the bottom of the page. I cautiously sent a message. [User2345: Hello, may I ask if the incense burners in your store are still available for purchase?] It was half past eleven at night, but to my surprise, the customer service replied quickly. [Satanic Shop: Hello dear, the products in our store can only be purchased with a strong desire. It seems we’ve detected that you don’t have a wish you truly long to fulfill.]

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.

I heard that most rogue attacks happened there, so I expected little from our duty there. "I'm gonna miss my dog," someone behind me whispered. Most were grumbling about the things they'd miss once we were assigned to the homestead. I could relate somehow. Once I got there, it would be even farther from our house and my mother. "Is everyone here?" Zayn asked after he entered the community bus. He looked around and then caught my eye. "Coraline, come sit beside me," he said, patting the seat next to him. I shook my head. Seeing my reluctance, he sighed and moved to sit beside me instead.

That’s when I noticed a small shop tucked between the coffee place and an old bookstore. It had a faded wooden sign that read The Mystic Hollow, and hanging from the roof were dozens of tiny wind chimes that jingled softly in the breeze. The window display was filled with sparkling crystals, small jars of herbs, candles in different shapes, and what looked like handmade jewelry. I felt something strange stir inside me. It was a soft pull—like the shop was calling to me. Curiosity got the best of me. I crossed the street slowly, stepping up to the wooden door. I pushed it open, and a little silver bell rang above my head.

There were cars from one side to the other, which made the girl cover her ears for the lack of habit with the noise. Also, there were several shops illuminated with colored lights that sold various things, from food to clothes and trinkets. However, something caught Sera’s attention. A small coffee maker called Mystic Coffee, a place that looked cozy and cute with a dark blue facade with golden stars. Sera sat in the comfortable blue armchair and first picked up a menu. She pointed to a simple cappuccino and paid an amount she couldn’t tell if it was fair or not. The money the old man kept had been useful after all.