Mystic Series Novels & Stories

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.

As tired as I am mentally, I wait for the summons to absorb the core again with eagerness and patience. It is unfortunate that mystic ranked summons cannot assume human form. It was never possible to turn them into humanoids, so even if I implanted it into their cores, it wouldn't work. We're ready to find out what their status is! [Necromera- Mystic rank] Level 0 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/80000 HP- ???? CON-???? ATK- 550 STR- 184 DEF-200 DEX-40

He raised his hand and the weapon flew back into his grasp and he ran after them. Not having any other choice, the kids got in the stranger's car and he drove away fast enough to avoid being caught by the assassin. "Are you guys okay?" The stranger asked. "Yeah, thanks for helping us," Joe said, out of breath. "Who are you and who was that person that was chasing us?" Lydia asked from behind. "My name's Micah Jameson and that person that was chasing you was a Ginx," Michael said. "A what?" Kurt asked. "A Ginx. A magical warrior from Troleyadia, sent here to find the twin seeds of Eyah and by the looks of it, kill them," Micah said.

"The Mystic's power comes from a central nexus point—a core essence that anchors all the duplicates." Miranda leaned in, her eyes narrowing. "To defeat a Mystic, you must find and destroy the original source. But the source is never where you expect it to be." "How do we find it?" Isla asked. A slow smile spread across Taylor's face. "Not by looking. By feeling. The pack bond—Liam's connection to you—might be the key." Isla closed her eyes, reaching out through the mental link she shared with Liam. The battlefield crashed into her consciousness—pain, fury, determination. But beneath that, something else. A subtle thread of... wrongness.

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.

Mystic Elixir was a major faction. Even though their apprentices did not wield artifacts, they usually used rare treasures as their weapons. Therefore, despite being young and inexperienced, their battle prowess was not to be underestimated. Each of the juniors was eager and ready for action. * Earlier. As they arrived at Verdant Summit, they happened to encounter a monster. Without any hesitation, they surrounded it and engaged in a fierce battle. However, the monster could handle their attack with ease despite being overnumbered.

I faced Mystic back as I grip her hands tightly. "Kill me. "I demanded. She finally looked at me in the eyes, eyes widening in shock. "What are you--Let me go! "She tried her best to struggle away from my grip but I only held it tighter. "I can't see you walk way, Mystic. I'd rather die in your hands, die with you still beside me than die without your presence, knowing you're somewhere out there but not here. No, I can't take it. I'm dead serious, Mystic. Kill me. "She stared at me for a few seconds, probably still in thoughts. And moments later, I can feel the blade touch my chest. But before I can close my eyes, Mystic ragingly threw the blade away before it can even dig into me.

Mystique nodded as she immediately went to get Damien's phone and a laptop. She gazed down her wristwatch and a satisfactory smile curved to her lips as she took a sip of wine from the glass of wine held between her fingers. Stupid, could anyone be this stupid. How long had it been but he was still stupid, still naive to think she would let him leave her sight alive. She chuckled out in amusement as her orbs sparkled in mischief and miscalculations. Finally, she was going to end it. How long had it been? This game had been playing for too long, it had gone through many levels and stages and now, it was finally the time to put an end to this game, this play, this amusement, and this scene.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

That made Neo snort as he agreed with me. “That legend was started by my ancestors to keep the truth hidden. However, I would assume that Draxthi knows the truth if he’s holed up there. There are various types of dragons. The rarest and most powerful dragons are called Mystic Dragons. They were originally created by the union of a powerful elemental dragon and a powerful witch. The group of them, or thunder, was unique because the females of the lineage took after the witches while the males were dragons with access to magic. Mystics were highly sought after and hunted to near extinction. That area was where their sanctuary. It was hidden from outsiders. However, there was a traitor who desi