Mystic Town Novels & Stories

Find wherever the exit to this place was and run through it. "You won't find any exit here," a familiar voice called from a tree nearby. "Goddess Kali? What are you doing up there? And where am I?" Ally approached the tree and bowed to Kali. "Just Kali, dear. And I'm up here because it's nice. As for where you are, this is Purgatory. Where spirits go when they're on the border of life and death. It looks different to everyone who comes here. For me, it's nothing but waterfalls and weeping willow trees. How does it look to you?"

I really loved to see how my golden tail spinning like it had its rhythm, but what I loved the most was schooling¹ around with so many tiny but lively fishes. When I got so tired, I had decided to take some rest. This was always the same scenario in my everyday life—going to my favorite spot while being kissed by the sun. I struggled to climb and hid behind the spectacular gray rock foundation at the center of the sea, looking at the beautiful city of Phagast or people referred to as Palawan. I swallowed the lump on my throat as I blankly stared at the city. It has been twelve years here, but it was already twenty-four years under the sea.

Mystic Night Garden is the biggest entertainment venue in all of Irving City. When night falls, the glaring lights come alive, and you can practically smell sensuality in the air spreading through the bar and onto the dance floor. All the patrons, typically older white men, usually have a woman’s waist grabbed in one palm and whiskey glass on the other hand.

He cries in silence while wincing in pain once a while before the anesthesia given to him kicks in fully and sends him sleeping for a long time. --------------- It was 9:00 in the evening when Anna struggles to find the keys to the entrance of her apartment from her light brown bag that contained both necessary and unnecessary stuffs. What she considered necessary included her purse, keys to both her office and her apartment, her personal notepad where she made little notes while trying to analyze the personalities of people around her, her laptop for research purpose and her pink knitted muffler which she got from Josh, last year’s Christmas along with a necklace whose pendant was shaped li

I still failed to answer him as I try to calm my heart which I don’t know why it’s this nervous. I heard him sigh. “I’ll leave the cookies in the counter. Goodnight, Mystic.” I finally turned to face him and when I was about to say something, the lights suddenly flickered off, and after a few seconds we heard a loud thunder. I was so surprised I stood frozen on my spot as my body began to tremble in fear. It’s too dark.

I said in a nonchalant tone as I started to put my curls up into a bun with my pen. Tristen’s eyes had been following my every move quite closely, as I opened up my diary “Right, Mr Micheal let’s start off small. According to my knowledge, the twins and you share the top floor at The Vintage. I would like for you to tell me all the events of July 16th starting from the time you opened your eyes” I said while braiding my fingers together on the table that sat between Tristen and I. His eyes had been trained on my lips the entire time I spoke.

The music hall smelled faintly of smoke and dust, the old wood groaning beneath every breath of wind through its cracked windows. Eliot stood frozen, the broken moonlight spilling across his skin, casting him in pale silver. He had no business being here. Theo’s voice still echoed in his head—Stay away from him. Damien will ruin you. And yet, here he was, heart racing, throat dry, caught in the place he swore he wouldn’t return to. Damien was waiting. Of course he was.

So I turn to the West, where the sky is still clear and bright. ‘What’s over there to the West?’ I ask. ‘There’s a village, Mystic Pride, and then not far from the village is the forest that divides Mysteria into Moon Crest and West Wallow,’ Maia says. ‘Here, I have a map,’ Damon says, passing me a small scroll. I unroll it and can see where we are, and the village Maia mentioned. ‘It's probably going to take a couple of days to get there. I can see a small set of mountains along the way. We might be able to find a cave or some shelter along the way to rest,’ I say to them.

Instead, I directed Hades towards the Mystic Mountains, and off we flew. The Mystic Mountains were an ancient mountain range that some claimed were older than the oceans. They were the birthplace of magic, their forests rumored to hold all the secrets to the magical world. It was dangerous to enter these mountains–there were many stories of explorers getting lost in the hills, never to be seen again. The only person I knew who had been to the Mystic Mountains was Esmeralda, and even she refused to speak of her time there. Still, I was desperate. I hoped that the mountains would provide some kind of idea or answer to taking over the throne. Perhaps those infamous trees would sense my need for

His words rang in her head. Truly, she was nothing but an instrument to him. A toy, probably. Even her child meant nothing to him. Who leaves a woman in the cold, with beasts roaming about in the night? The Misty mountains, a town known for it existing beasts that takes the human form at day and roam about in the night in a wolf form, looking for humans to rip their hearts. This made the town Heads bring out laws to stop the disappearance and killing of people by the beasts.