Mystical Travels Novels & Stories

To get comfortable I placed a pillow below my head and the soothing weather was the perfect one accompanying me in passing some me time. I started the book and it was about a saint who traveled the corners of India just to get the inside peace. The book was so fantastically written and the experiences he got by meeting one and another person about mysticism and spirituality really blown my mind away. The things he wrote about his spiritual experiences created goosebumps on my hand. I was so inside the book that I hardly realize someone was watching and reading with me too.

It looked so spectacular and mysterious. Kendra felt so painful as if thousands of bugs were biting her skin. At this moment, she was soaking in a big wooden cask, naked. She was sweaty and frowning, seeming so uncomfortable. After a few minutes, Kendra finally opened her eyes and woke up. She saw a strange room, which was decorated with European style. The crystal lamp was so bright that Kendra had to cover her eyes with her hands to avoid the strong glaring light. Where was she? Kendra looked at her body and screamed immediately. Why was she naked? She stood up horribly but to see a pair of deep eyes.

She will be busy in the future, and Keithia will also go to a school, and they will only have the weekend, but she isn’t sure that they will be able to go out, so at first, she wants to take this little girl out and let her quench their curiosity. They both walked out of the main gate, and there was a cab she ordered before standing there and waiting. Ophelia took Keithia into the cab, and then she gave the driver address of the biggest mall in Mirthil. It took over an hour to reach the mall, Keithia who came to the human world for the first time, was looking curiously at everything, because the last time she came with Ophelia was late at night, so she didn’t see, but today, it’s just midday

~Nassiri~ Two more animals dropped dead as she unleashed her snakes. She had made it to Kinata, the realm that hid the scroll with the location of the Obsidian Crystal. Now she just needed to find it. Nassiri strolled along Kinata, inspecting everything. It seemed to be just a habitat for creatures, no people in sight. How quaint, a realm dedicated to creature preservation. And yet no security. Foolish. Her snakes targeted a bandersnatch and its family. It was a meat she had always wanted to try. Raw, it was stringy and tasted of baked chicken. But cooked it was juicy and tasted like dragon. Interesting. Bandersnatch was a protected species, not that Nassiri cared. When you're hungry, food i

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

1983 Hindu hermitage, Himalayas, Nepal. John Carlos Martin had long been wishing to learn Astral travel. This is a unique experience going back in time. Also, he wanted some personal questions answered by the masters of the unknown mystical world which he could not find in his city. So during his one-week vacation from work, he took the liberty to fly to India and visit one of the Ashrams. It was a long trip but he knew that what he was going to experience was worth the expense and the hassle.

Her journey had been fraught with challenges and sacrifices, but she had embraced them willingly, driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge. Within the hallowed halls of the Violet Moon Occult, Sasha had found a community of like-minded individuals, bound together by their shared fascination with the supernatural. Together, they had embarked on countless rituals, conducted intricate spells, and exchanged esoteric wisdom, forging a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

The shimmer on him was only a fraction of light, as though he dwelt at once between shadow and memory. Mael. The mystic. I had heard tales of him in the war about the way that he traveled in vanished places not visited by time, of the way he said things all in truths and riddles. But now, he was very real. And I was here to ask him for something dangerous. “You sure about this?” Killian asked, not for the first time. He stood at my side, arms crossed, brows furrowed. “You really want to trust him?” I didn’t answer. Instead, I stepped forward.

“Young Mistress.” I looked at both my tamed beasts, but noticed the voice in my head wasn't coming from them. I softly inquired who it was; the voice calmly explained; it was none other than the Mystical Beast of Illusions, whom I'll henceforth name MBI for short. MBI slowly explained to me: “You're in an illusionary world. It's hard to tell if this world once existed, but one thing's for sure... that crimson-eyed tiger was a mystical beast. While inside your arerat symbol, I came to understand that you're gifted with the ability of absorbing mystical beasts.

"Nonno why is that you have five bags and I have only two" a voice came from the top of the staircase and they all turned to look at her. There she came. Their happiness, their soul, their light. Their princess has returned. Now, this feels like homecoming, like thanksgiving and this surely feels like the best Christmas ever.