Mystic Poem Novels & Stories

The bat was just about to lung from the tree at his victim when a nearby stone hit the branch it was standing on, startling it and scaring it away. Daniel blinked and shook his head as he came back to reality. “Okay” he said, surprised at his sudden change in location. “ What the hell just happened?” A few feet away from the tree previously occupied by the bat, a figure stood by. The figure wore a dark hood and dark jeans and watched as the bat flew away. “ No one gets the boy. Not while I am alive” the figure muttered darkly before leaving the area. …………………………………………………………………………… “And that is all on supernatural mythologies” The voice of the history lecturer, Mr akingbade concluded. “If ther

Suddenly there comes another cool and calm voice, but hearing, it is difficult to discover whether it is male or female. “Hahaha, such a chicken-hearted bunch of mouse, came here in this forest, if it is not for you, I would have taught them a lesson, at least one of their part would be gone, so in the future, they will remember that they are not worthy of placing their eyes on you.” When looked at, there is only one person, Ophelia, with her enchanting beauty, and in the night, she is glowing. Strangely she is alone standing, no one beside her still there is a voice coming.

“Lucas? Which Lucas.” “The paranormal researcher.” “Oh. He’s late now, isn’t he?” “Yeah, take me there.” “Okay...” The night of the full eclipse. Which happens to be tonight. Eerie sound and an odd aura fill the city. That you could easily feel it. And in that night. Dixon was somewhere close to them but not close enough yet. But the eclipse has begun. He looked up in the car where he was, and his heart bleeds. It’s all over, there was nothing he could do anymore. Where he sat in the car, he wept like a child. Which got the driver wondering what was wrong with him. But he chooses not to question him and continues his driving.

But as quickly as it came, the chaos began to fade, growing distant until it vanished completely. In its place, an overwhelming sense of peace wrapped itself around me, like a soft, comforting embrace. The pain, the anger, the noise—it all dissolved, leaving me in a serene, silent world, where nothing could touch me.

He will always be my dad in my heart. When we pulled into the pack, the guards stopped us immediately. “State your names and business for being at Mystic Shadows,” one of the guards stated. Tristan opened his door and stepped out. When the guard saw who it was, his face went white. “I’m sure you know who I am. We have met before. It’s Lewis, right?” Tristan asked. The guard nodded his head, and said he remembered.

THE MYSTERY ABOUT HIM 👤🌖 🔥🔥 . Historical, Mythological and Mystical. . Chapter 1🩸 . . 🦋 THE TATTOO 🦋 By Destiny Godfrey . . The rain was vehement. It beats the ground without mercy. Angry thunder clapped loudly at the sky. The wind amplified it. I stood on the verandah of my class, along with my other classmates.

By the ancient words of power, let the realms converge, Through the mystic gates, let wisdom and magic surge. With ethereal radiance, the secrets I emerge, Unveiling the mysteries, as destinies converge! Elyndria, Valorian, Mysterion divine, By the weave of time, let destinies align. Sylvaris eluvia, ethereal shrine, Illuminate the path, where secrets intertwine! Ethernia elunaria, astralis veresia, In the tapestry of realms, let harmony arise. Grant me the knowledge of hidden truths and skies,

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.

The scent filled my lungs, and with it came a subtle sting from the poisonous fumes. For anyone else, this place would have been a death zone. But for me, it represented hope. The distant, desperate hope that one day I might finally cure my curse… Then I heard it. A faint whimper, coming from the farthest depths of the garden. For a second, I thought I’d imagined it. How could there be a living creature here? My mansion stood deep within Mystic Forest—a place even the bravest dared not enter lightly. And I had also cast layers of enchantments around the estate, making it impossible for any soul to trespass unnoticed.

Then I notice Mick is looking at me. "What happened?" I don't know why I sound so cold. "So, you started writing." He smiles and I shake my head a bit. "Yeah..." I prefer to answer shortly. "May I hear it?" He wishes to listen to it through my voice so I nod. After adjusting my reading glass, I recite it once: ~~~~~ In the midst of the quiet night's embrace, I find myself in a tangled maze, A truth unveiled, a world undone, In shadows cast by the fateful sun.