Mystère Novels & Stories

Leaning against the black marble fountain, surrounded by his entourage like a king with his court, was the kind of boy who didn’t need to announce his dominance—the world simply bent to his will. Damien Leclair. The name was already infamous. Halewood’s untouchable. Wealthy. Brilliant. Arrogant. Every rumor painted him as something between a genius and a devil, a man who could destroy you with one look. His sharp jawline, his tailored blazer—he didn’t wear the school uniform, he commanded it. And his eyes… God. They weren’t the usual hazel or brown or blue—they were storm-gray, cold and sharp, as though he’d swallowed thunderclouds. When they locked on me, just for a fleeting second, I felt

Because every man in his family warned against using the dark mirror. The mirror always took something back. The price to pay was always steep. But Elena was missing. And worse— his father’s men were hunting her too. Roberto pushed the door open slowly. His decision was made. Cold air spilled immediately from inside. The hidden chamber was enormous. Circular and made of stone. Ancient candles burned along the walls while strange symbols covered the stone floor beneath his feet. At the center of the room stood a massive mirror draped entirely in black cloth. The sight alone made tension coil through Roberto’s body.

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

"Great. We kind of missed out on introductions" "I'm sorry" "No it's alright" I snap my eyes to the other male and he's staring at me quite intently. I can feel his burning gaze all the way through. His grey eyes hold a mystery to them that I can't seem to figure out. His brunet hair is so gelled and perfectly styled. My fingers itch to pass my hands through them but I ignore and fist them. I'm not sure he's human. His looks are out of this world. It doesn't help that he looks so familiar either. I just can't put my finger on it.

“While it’s happening here, it’s also happening there, I guess? Hindi ‘yon déjà vu na nangyari na sa akin noon, na naulit lang noong gabing ‘yon. I don’t know if it’s the past lives or the parallel universe that you’re saying, but there is definitely something else.” Nag-iwas siya ng tingin, dahilan para mapakunot ako ng noo. “Sav?” I called her. She looked at me with her slightly wet eyes. “Who did you see in that few seconds of mystery?” And that’s when I realized, I probably did something wrong in telling her that. There is one detail that made me realize that I forgot about, and it’s exactly what she’s asking from me. “Sino?”

He answered. “You think we will find something about it if we research it?” I asked again. Making sure and getting excited. He didn’t answer but he nodded because he was busy looking around again and he suddenly stood up and went somewhere leaving me alone sitting at the bench while the wind was blowing my hair and kissing my face but it doesn’t matter fixing my hair. The wind will blow it again anyway. I am thinking about our subject and how to start. I really want to solve the girl’s case and I will name it. “Mysterious girl” because I feel like there’s something in it that I really need to know. I don’t know but I feel like I am connected to it.

It would be 12 AM soon and the deed need to be done before 11:59 PM. "Have a nice sleep." She said with a malicious smirk as she disappeared. She walked away from the backyard and put her cloak over her head as she moved towards the pack borders. "Who is there?" One of the pack patrols yelled and she hurriedly ran and crossed the log of wood that indicated the end of the pack. She looked back and smiled victoriously. "Wait for me." She thought with a giggle before stomping away in the dark night. * * * Lyra sat up instantly. Something pricked in her mind and she could not sleep. She does not know why. She sniffed in the air and this pungent smell made her wrinkle her nose. "Whose scent is th

The mixture of cold, excruciating pain and fear was finally enough for the darkness to swallow me like a midnight snack. •●• February 27th, 2000 A strange rhythmic beeping sound makes its way into my ears. Making the darkness I have been drowning in slip away. I can comprehend a thought again. How I missed talking to myself in my mind so much. Wait a second, weren't I supposed to be playing harp with the angles by now or playing barbecue with the fire of hell? Or wait, am I in an in-between world? "Doctor, quickly. She is regaining brain activity!", I hear a really pitchy voice call out with a tone that sounds near to a mixture of surprise and excitement.

Alpha Mayhem says. Libby and Mother Agnes are speaking to one another in an old language. It is not like the one I heard Bruce speaking in but something different. Libby and Mother Agnes eventually finish their discussion. "We should go now. We would get there about the time it gets dark. Mother Agnes says there is an old speakeasy that we can go in and surprise Umbra. The tunnel is closed off and can only be opened with a password. It is our best shot at killing Umbra and maybe rescuing Bruce," Libby says.