Mystical Novels Novels & Stories

The full list of the Hayle Coven Universe (and recommended reading) is here: The First Plane Trilogy The Planeless Second Seat Ruler The Lychos Cycle Weregirl Revenant Lychos The Helios Oracles Foresight (Sanctuary and Phoenix are pending thanks to spoilers for the Hayle Coven Destinies) The Hayle Coven Destinies The Outcast Steam Union The Brotherhood Lord of the Drach Gateway The Order Dark Brother Blood of the Maji Also, in case you missed it, Sassafras has his own history:

I'm alone with more knowledge than I ever dreamed of having and for the first time since arriving at Nightfall Keep, I can breathe. I spend hours exploring, running my fingers along leather spines and pulling down volumes at random. There are histories of the Lycan territories, texts on magic theory, and bestiaries describing creatures I didn't know existed. On the second floor, tucked in a corner behind several other books, I find something that makes me freeze. A small leather-bound volume with no title on the spine, but when I pull it out, the cover reads in silver ink: "The Celestial Wolves: Last of the Moon Goddess's Children."

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

After what seems like minutes, three different kind of eyes was open, one is red eyes with yellow irises full of bestial killing intent, other is dark with moonlike irises full of ice cold detached from any emotional intelligence, and the woman’s eyes are lifeless and blank but full of craziness inderneath while her jaw is twitching with a cracking sounds that is both bony and chilly, and her mouth full of yellow and rotten teeth kept open and closed. Informations kept puring in their mind like the great fload in its intensity and quantity, if they are not the original entities that our protagonist build with the help of this creator's realm that is mixt with his negative energy to strengt

At length, he came across another old book, covered also by a thick film of grime. The words "The Mystic Diabolic Enchantment" were on the face of its cover. Xiao Chen's brows furrowed with curiosity. As he was once a student of a Cultivators' sect, his interest was piqued at the "Diabolic" word he saw on the cover of the book. He flipped opened the book. But when he opened the book, the rest of the pages swiftly turned as if being blown by a strong wind. The words from the book floated off its pages and melded together into a black mass of smoke which suddenly shot into his forehead.

But considering the action LIGHTS had taken recently against his kind, he would find a way to accomplish the task at hand. His eyes flickered back to the ancient book in front of him. Handwritten and hand bound, it was older than any volume he’d ever held before. As far as he knew, there were only two others like it in the world. One was with the doctor who’d contacted him somewhere in Eastern Europe, though he didn’t know where. The other was allegedly in the archives the LIGHTS team housed in Kansas City. If they were even aware of the legends it held, he doubted they’d think to access it for something as simple as an Eidolon Festival. Sure, the evening news would remind everyone that the

I pulled him up and held him close. Fear was evident on Mrs Spears face. For a moment, the thunder and lightning stopped but the next second, screams filled the arena. It's high time I checked whatever is really going on. Whether or not my powers are intact, war has been declared. NB: this is by chance my first paranormal/supernatural based novel so please ignore any flops 🙏🙏. Thanks 😘

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning goods. The old dry wood and countless layers of paint and varnish blazed with a fierce hungry light. Heat rose shimmering through the chill air; behind, the gargoyles and stone dragons on the castle walls seemed blurred, as if Moriah were seeing them through a veil of tears. Or as if the beasts were trembling, stirring . . "An ill thing," Hadassah declared, though at least she had the sense to keep her voice low

-Come on, the princess agreed, calling her favorite knit socks. The corridors fork in the castle. There is a plethora of new, shiny doors in each. The roads lead upwards, they have turns, stairs that go down, corridors ... Torches on the walls light up and cast flickering lights. Still, there are more half-shadows than lighted places. There is no torch burning in one area. There is an old, very dusty door, covered with a thick layer of cobwebs. A set of strange symbols appear udder the cobwebs. The cat unleashes his sword and cuts the cobwebs.