Mystic Ruins Novels & Stories

“And this is Ms. Mystica...” Ana was stunned as her fists shook, not from fear but from anger. She didn’t know what to do because what she wanted was to embarrass them here, but she also knew that all her plans would be ruined. She also noticed tears streaming down her face as she gazed at her former mother-in-law. “Ms. Mystica, allow me to introduce Mr. Mateo Villalobos, the mayor’s sole heir, and his wife, Mrs. Chloe Villalobos,” the host announced.

Harley’s instincts were sharp as he led the way, his gaze scanning for any signs of danger. When they finally reached the druidic site, they found themselves standing before a series of stone pillars and carvings. The ruins were both awe-inspiring and intimidating, the intricate symbols and runes hinting at the ancient magic that lay within. “This place is incredible,” Marinetta said, her voice filled with awe. “The magical energy here is unlike anything I’ve felt before.” Harley nodded, his expression focused. “We need to be careful. The wards protecting this site are powerful, and there could be traps set to deter intruders. Let’s proceed with caution.”

This time, I didn’t feel caught in the middle. For once, it seemed like I was really choosing where to move on my own. We had reached the top of a rocky hill by noon, giving us a view of yet another ruin site. Below us was an ancient site, buried under the trees. Broken pillars came out from the ground, looking like broken bones. The stone walls were round with spirals and crescents and other designs that even moved in the ray of the light of the sun. There were vines growing all over the place, but there were remnants of silver paint on some stones.

Philip frowned and looked at Fennel beside him. Fennel shook his head to indicate that he was unaware of this. He said, “I haven’t heard of this. Few people know about Mystic City in the first place. Unless they have cooperation with Mystic City, I think most people wouldn’t even know that this place exists.” Philip thought for a while, looked at Ludo, and asked, “Are these things also related to the treasure of the ancient sage that’s about to appear?” Ludo said lightly, “The treasure of the ancient sage comes from Mystic Cave. Now that Mystic Cave has been sealed off by the three Dragon Kings, no one can enter unless they get their entry token.”

If he could discover some place he once knew, he would be able to locate the Mystic Cyan Sect ruin using his former memory. Another said, "Wuwang Wind Cloud City is an independent city in the Qing State, located in the middle of a desert. News came from the city a few days ago that an oasis, 15 kilometers west to the city, has been discovered. It seems to be an Ancient Immortal Clan ruin, several millennia old."

Erys replied. "Hell is weird," Kira and I said. I leaned over the lake. "You can see your reflection. It's called Crystaline Lake because any type of rock you put in comes out a crystalized mineral in a week. Go ahead, pick a rock, scratch your initial in it, plop it in the lake and we'll come back in a week for the crystals. Don't worry, no one will steal anything. Crime is non-existent here." I waited for everyone to pick a rock and plop it in. "Would you like to see the meadows, forest or mountains next?"

Moonlight cast pale silver patches across the landscape, dim but enough to see by. At the center, half-buried in vines and moss, loomed the ruins of a massive stone structure. We exchanged a glance. “Could be shelter,” Rico offered, but he didn’t sound convinced. Or a trap. Still, we had nothing else. We approached cautiously, the crumbling walls rising high above us. It must have once been beautiful—ornate carvings twisted along the edges, though time and decay had worn most of the details away. We split up to search.

Chapter 19: Stuck in Time Mikalya’s P.O.V I got out of the car and looked at the ruins closely. The truth was that I didn’t even know what to make of it. It was a national monument so to speak but still, standing in its presence was a thrilling experience, one I couldn't even put to words. “Wow,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.

Micah replied happily, aware that the ring would give his father a chance to survive against the Ginx. "What's a rune ring?" Lydia asked. "It's an ancient Troleyadian weapon we found in the Sahara desert a few years ago. There's a rune on the ring and my dad translated it and he realized it was a weapon to fight Ginxes with. "If you wore the ring and punched a regular person, it'd be a regular punch but, if you wore the ring and punched a Ginx, you could do some real damage," Micah told them. Back outside, Philip ran over to the wall and grabbed one of the swords that were hanging on display.

Silence fell over the clearing as the weight of the woman’s words settled. Lillian felt a strange pull at the mention of the Ruins of the First Moon, though she had never heard the name before. Her body tensed instinctively, as if something buried deep inside her already knew what lay beyond. Aedric’s golden eyes narrowed. “The Ruins are cursed. No Lycan who has entered has ever returned.” The silver-eyed woman met his gaze, unflinching. “Because they were not meant to.” She turned back to Lillian. “But you are.”