Mysticism Oblivion Novels & Stories

Eustice replied “Hate to ruin this happy moment but who the hell are the Mystical Order of whatever and why you here in one of our uniforms?” Ebony asks “I’m guessing you're from Karma sector and you not knowing who my order is, is exactly why I am here in one of your team's uniforms. See the Mystical Order of the Omniscient is a religious order that believes in the equal treatment and worship of all four of the gods and we go about doing our best to help those in the other sectors with their struggles to survive including partnering with companies like Eustice’s that collect donations for karma setor and back before Sector leader Cedric Allotosh took over the seat we were the ones to dis

I said. "They planned to kill you as well," Alex said. "They decided to apply force if needed. They didn’t need Edward or your consent to perform the sermon. But you can thank the Oracle later. She didn’t want you to die. Hence, she tricked Zen into believing that if you die, your wolf dies and the ritual of the Mystic spring never gets accomplished," Alex said, raking his fingers through his long hair, leaning on the table behind. I took a look around the cave. It was a tiny one. A lantern was hanging from the ceiling. The floor was built with rough ebony stones. The wall was covered in ferns.

She felt like she's falling down in a very dark pit before everything went black. Clayton knocked out of his senses when he felt the girl's breathing start to labor. He also felt her stopping from trying to struggle out of his grip. When he got a taste from the girl's neck, he lost it. Her blood was just so addicting to him and made the monster inside him lash out to get himself satiated. No... It wasn't hunger, it was addiction at it's finest. He hasn't even sucked a bite and yet here he is, wanting for more and doped with her blood. This is something new to him and overwhelming that it was his turn to panic when the girl stopped breathing.

Philip answered. The twins elevated even higher and their energy became stronger. The wines around their bodies started to catch on fire and they both screamed out as their power rose, encasing their hearts and minds with its purity, filling them up with energy, unlike anything they had ever felt. The light around them was brighter, the electricity within them surged out and in the blink of an eye, there was an explosion of mystical fire infused with light and energy and it turned the vines to dust and sent a small yet powerful shockwave through the entire hotel.

Myst says as we sit across from each other . “Ok how do we start?” Myst gives me a huge grin “First we must clear our minds , allow our minds to take over and become free , floating” She says as she closes her eyes , i follow her actions . Trying my best to shove everything from my mind , including my moody Lycan . ‘Ye like you can remove me , nice try’ She says as she rolls her eyes at me .

"We felt the… shockwave. A surge of power unlike anything we've felt since the fall of the Shadow King. We've tracked you from Stillwater, through the highlands, to that accursed library, and to the coast. Wherever you go, the world… shudders. You leave behind restored villages and standing stones, but you also leave behind a trail of confused survivors and destabilised realities." She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing, destabilising. "And you travel with a creature of the void. The same void that birthed the Shadow King. Explain yourselves." Liora found her voice. "We are fighting the same enemy. The Oblivion. The thing that is making the world forget. We are Scribes. We are restoring

Blurred, my vision is blurred. I can't see the stars, or the ever changing moon. I can't hear the crow, or the darkness silence. I can't hear, I can't see, even silence, becomes a sound lost to me. The dark, I can't even feel. This isn't hell, this goes beyond. This is.... Oblivion. Victor Mairo First off, I'd admit I was wrong. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, to such a "tiny" issue. Her words, not mine. Now, let me back up a bit, in order for you to understand. In the beginning, we were in Eden....

I don’t remember what almost killed me, but if it hadn’t been for Martin, it has completely erased me from this world, for which I am thankful. When I looked in the mirror again, I was surprised by what I saw... It was me, with multiple wounds. “W-what...?” I trembled and backed away from the mirror. “Fight, Ana. Take revenge on those who harmed us. Be an Ana Mystica.” I shivered and shook my head again before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. When I saw it had returned to normal, I sat on the bed, clutching my chest, because I was nervous.

he replied. All this time we thought we had been ignored was just another instance of pack neglect by Roland and his pitiful son. “Thank you for clearing that up, your highness. We didn’t know. The whole pack has been under the assumption for years that we have just been ignored. That was what Roland had led us to believe. We weren’t aware that a pack had to be registered. I always assumed that it was a given when a pack was started. Mystic Shadows has been around for nearly one hundred and fifty years, how did it get by without help from the kingdom? Are we considered rogues?” I asked.

The dreams were a tumultuous mix of desire and darkness, a reflection of the tangled web I found myself entangled in. The whispers of the charms and the warnings of my grandmother echoed in my mind, a constant reminder that something ominous loomed over me. I knew that I couldn't escape the journey that lay ahead, the journey into the heart of the supernatural, where the lines between desire and danger blurred, and where secrets waited to be revealed. And as I gazed at the obsidian stones of the bracelet, I couldn't help but wonder what lay in store for me, what horrors and revelations awaited in the world that existed just beyond the shadows.