Mystreet Characters Novels & Stories

Only when they got out of my sight, I pulled in my head. “Do you know where they live?” I questioned. “No, I have no…” Suddenly someone interrupted, “she lives in Zyc Street and Newt lives in Ait Street.” I looked up before seeing a familiar face looking down at us. “Tarry?” I mumbled “Finally got a chance to chat with you guys,” Tarry said with a grin on his face. “As if we are interested in talking with you. What are you doing on our bus?” Kristen grumbled putting on a grumpy face.

‘This is the mage dimension?’ Stella and I stepped out of a rat-infested alley. No squeaky-clean streets, no golden lanterns. One flickering lamp post lit up one street. ‘Well, the more rugged part of the dimension.’ ‘You’re telling me,’ I muttered. ‘So, where do we start?’ The roads were lined with hut sized brick buildings, each one with steps leading up to the front door. Most of them were double storey. ‘Mom said to go to Calista’s saloon. Difficult people to deal with, they don’t take anything seriously.’ She rolled her eyes.

“Mummy, Mummy! Imagine it during the snow? It will be a winter wonderland! Daddy, you are the best!” We all laugh at that, continuing to enjoy the peace, stopping briefly at a traffic light before a T-junction. We take another turn on the right, which is our street, Wisteria Lane. The houses in this street are the biggest and most plush… I stretch my neck out, hoping I will catch Sandra out for a walk, but I am not that lucky. Still, I am just glad I have a friend close by now. I am not alone. We park in front of the house and find the moving van has arrived before us and is almost done unpacking our load. Wow, they work with such efficiency. But I expect nothing less from a company the Men

I might not be able to hold on for long. I picked a stone up and threw it across the street. Everyone who saw me stared at me with pain in their eyes. Only a few people were moving around. The street seems strange to me too. I wondered if the streets were mourning her absence. Maybe the pack members are missing her so much they had agreed to stay indoors. "Maybe they feel your pain," my subconscious mind said

she said as some of the locals were still hiding under the tables. "It's ok, you can come out now, the snipper is no longer here. We've lost track of him" she said bitterly. The locals started coming out from under the tables as a woman ran to the dead body that the cops were rolling out of the Grill already. "Now listen up. This is one of a kind that Mystic Hollow has ever faced. This shit? Is way out of our handle. This killer is a pro and the worst part is that, he is an insider, he knows our every move and we don't know who he is yet . he might be your brother, husband, uncle or even the youth next door neighbor. There is no need to panic, I'm only advicing you all you be careful" She sa

Maybe a patrol. "This way," Alastor said, already running toward a side path that led into the city. We followed and oh my goddess Veyr was a maze. Narrow streets twisted and turned, buildings pressed close together, and everywhere I looked, there were people—merchants, beggars, soldiers, priests in golden robes. Alastor moved through it all like he'd been here a thousand times, -–well he probably does— leading us down alleys and through shadowed passages.

When he sent me two sentences at 2:11 in the morning: *I'm in Ashveil. *Something's wrong here.* *Don't come looking for me.* They searched. They found nothing. So I came. --- The main street is too clean. Maple trees line both sides, their leaves gone deep red in the October cold. But the ground beneath them is bare. No fallen leaves. No litter. No mess of any kind. As if someone sweeps before dawn every day and won't tolerate disorder. The few people still out at this hour move with a fluency that isn't trained.

Chapter 59: Freedom vs. Truth As soon as Braston arrived at the location, he spotted the three cars parked right in front, gleaming under the cold morning light. He took Molly and Brady with him, accompanied by three other men, their faces impassive. The tension was palpable, and Molly felt a chill run down her spine. "Why are we here?" Molly asked, her voice trembling. Braston remained silent, guiding her through the building toward the elevator. The doors closed, isolating them from the outside world.

Miles got to the door, and he slowly twisted the handle, but only a muffle came from the door. "Miles?" Elaine called out, when she didn't hear anything from him again. She also started walking towards the door, when she watched miles fall in front of her. "Move!" A strange voice followed, and kicked Miles' legs. Elaine's eyes almost rolled out of their sockets, as she watched five other men walk into the house, with their leader trailing behind them. Mystro. "Well, well, well. And, so we meet again," mystro mocked, flashing a smile at Elaine, whose face was already squeezing with a frown.

Leaving the car in the middle of the street with the door wide open, Darren leapt out and ran after Margaret. As Jake was drinking his second cup of coffee he yawned while listening to Megan, who was eagerly sharing her plans for the day ahead. He had a slight headache and was sleep-deprived. The almost sleepless night he had had the night before reminded him of what he was really like. With one ear tuned into Megan, he slowly looked around. Street artists smeared with paint selling their paintings, street musicians strumming their guitars, tourists crowding around them, tapping to the beat, white-faced mime artists and black tears drawn on their cheeks cavorting strangely. It was like a rom