Mystic Town Novels & Stories

My name is Gavin York. I’m thirty-five years old, and I have worked in the city for the past five years. It’s been tough to get by lately, so I decided to get a roommate to cut down on rent and living costs. I advertised online and waited, but months ticked by with nothing. Just as I was about to take down the notice, a message from someone named Rose Wilder popped up in my feed. Her profile picture showed a woman with a sultry, mature vibe, but her page was blank. It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air.

Lucas ran to his mother and crawled on top of her with excitement, I turned and smiled at Catherine, “her name Catherine?” With tear filled eyes she turned from Lucas and smiled at me, “Hope.” I arrived at the Mystic Coven with Beta Colin and Gamma Ashton at my sides, I looked around and only seen vast forest in all directions, there were no homes, no markers, nothing that would tell me that anything other than forest is here. Savannah appeared from between two trees, giving me and my escorts a sincere smile, “follow me Luna Melody,” she turned and walked in front of me. As we walked, the entire surrounding area suddenly burst into a hove of activity, there were cottages, stores, cobblesto

The books fell, one after another, with soft thuds. *** (Lyka) "I miss this, I miss this town." Lyka said as they reached Coven Groves, Illinois. The town was secluded, away from noise and pollution and everything else. It was a tiny place, and once the place was full of only witches and wizards with powerful magick. And then they had died, and their magick mostly died along until only very few remained. The town was full of tall, jade trees, small shops and ancient buildings. It was beautiful, it was peaceful, and the peace was going to be disrupted, soon. It made her angry, angry at the bastard who wanted death and destruction.

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.

**MISTLETOE, MOONLIGHT & MY SECRET** I have exactly one rule: never let anyone find out what I really am. I broke it once, seven months ago, with a masked stranger at a gala I was never supposed to attend. One perfect night. Then I vanished before morning, certain I'd never see him again. I was wrong. A historic blizzard just blew him straight through my bakery door, and Julian Vance hasn't stopped staring at my stomach since he walked in. He doesn't recognize me as a rogue werewolf hiding from my own pack. He recognizes me as the woman who broke his heart, and the mother of the twins he doesn't even know exist yet. He offers me a deal: pretend to be his fiancée for one week,

“Exactly like the wizard. But with better tea.” I blinked at her. “Is this a real place or a theatrical fever dream?” Merlin leaned in and whispered. “Mystique Gore is the kind of town that keeps its secrets wrapped in fresh linen and smiles. You’ll see!” She winked again and skipped down the hall. Okay. Officially unhinged. I chalked her up as “possibly delusional,” but somehow I didn’t toss the cookie. Later, in my room, I opened my encrypted phone and logged the day.

It's been a week since my little brother and I have moved too the new town - Mysticwoods. The town is small, but has a lot of character. The only problem is, we don't really fit in here. I think it's, because we are human and the rest of the town- not so much.

She soliloquised and walked out of her office, straight to her Detective squad, called *Team Alpha* "Gather round y'all" she commanded as they did. She brought out a map of Mystic Hollow and asked Kate to pass her a marker. "The first death in Mystic Hollow was on the 9th of July, 2023, at some teenagers' camp fire party" she said and circled the spot red. "The other was on the 11th of July, at the woods, in a treehouse. Another teenager, aged 17" Detective Kate said as Ruth circled that spot.

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.

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.