Mystic Pet Shop Novels & Stories

Huge buildings lined the sidewalks, people coming in and out with bags and chattering about what they got. I ventured inside one that was titled "Farmer's Groceries." There were bright lights that hurt my eyes, shelves lined with strange looking things. People pushed around bulky things on wheels and occasionally sopped to place something inside it. The bulky things were metallic and made strange sounds as the different items were placed in them. What was this place? I walked around, baffled and intrigued. What were these strange things? What did the numbers mean? Swallowing the lump of fear, I managed to ask someone where I was.

I whispered, half to myself. “It’s different, isn’t it?” Mom said, her voice gentle but distant, like she was barely paying attention. We arrived at a small shop nestled between larger, more modern buildings. It had an old, weathered sign hanging above the door, and the windows were filled with rows of glass jars, dried plants, and the faint shimmer of what looked like crystals. Mom pulled me inside, and the noise of the street vanished as the door closed behind us. “Good morning, Mira,” the shopkeeper said, greeting my mom with a slight bow. He was an older man with a long beard and kind eyes that crinkled when he smiled.

Eden Noldorasga brushed off the splashes of water clinging to the outside of his baggy brown bear hoodie as he grumbled. “Do you see how your grumbling looks like Abyss? Also, magic items are in the store over there.” "Abyss is like me, and don't be mean, I'm not interested in souvenirs." Well, all members of the magic community in this city knew that the charm shop next to "Svartalf Pastries" was a trickster. The shop owner - a demigod guy - would rather flirt with young girls than really focus on magic research (of course, research would not get much better, but at least he tried to do something right?)

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?”

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.

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.