Mythic The Nine Novels & Stories

Aislin and Niko savaged Lothair, and even Everett had joined the fray, holding two dragons at bay alongside three Mythguard humans. The moment I reached the lawn of the pack house, I collapsed, panting as pain seized my body. Billie slid off of me and cried into my neck. “Please be okay,” she spoke, clutching my pelt. Muriel appeared beside us. “You have to get to safety,” she urged Billie. I growled out the same sentiment to her. Billie looked up, eyes glistening. “Can you help him?”

Samuel's puzzled voice came from behind me. "Ms. Johnson, you're taking the cable car down? You're not walking?" I turned around and met the confusion in both Samuel's and Hayden's eyes. A bitter feeling rose in my chest. For three years, ninety-nine visits to draw a fortune stick. Every time, I had climbed the mountain on my knees. Then I limped all the way back down. All of it was to show heaven how sincere I was. I thought if I was sincere enough, I would eventually receive a supreme blessing.

Alphas who grew a few features to signal their status. This was different. The man before her stood barefoot on cracked concrete. His bare chest was covered in glowing violet runes carved into his skin. His black hair fell wildly around his face. Two sharp fox ears rose from his head, twitching at the sound of the door opening. And behind him… Nine enormous silver-white tails whipped through the air. Each one powerful enough to crack the concrete walls. Lyra’s breath stopped. A Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox. The ancient bloodline of the Imperial Thorne family.

She seems to be simply shinning, something between the two of them, they just seem so much happier now that everything has happened. “Natalie?” I ask quietly, which succeeds in getting her attention. “Yes Lyrica?” “How many monsters were there?” She looks up at me and I see the happiness that was in her eyes start to dull before she reply’s. “Nine, there was only nine, but it felt like hundreds.” “Nine seems like a weird number to send, you think the master would at least send an even number.” “Yeah that’s what I thought too.” She glances around the room scanning for any monsters that might be hiding in the shadows waiting to attack.

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.

The duo started a competition to ruin her mood each day, and she had to end it even before they argued over who the winner was. Arial lied every day, as Cassandra called it, though she didn't want to listen to her pettish talk, but they had more facts than a lies. Who was she to blame? She trusted them both, but she got mocked for her loyalty. She ended it all before she was to be called a fool by them during one of the days. Now, it's been almost a month, and she hasn't met the mysterious guy, as she calls him. The umbrella sat lonely in the corner as her eyes darted to it on rainy days. Soon, his image and his vision left her memory as she began to live life again.

Leland's eyes were wide with shock. With a proud expression, Messo declared, "The Nine-Word Mantra is a supreme martial arts technique from Daneast. Even Bryndor Morne only managed to cultivate up to the sixth word. To think that Lady Wynteris has already mastered the third word at such a young age. She truly is remarkable." Cassian looked at the expressionless Isolde, who was still standing on a branch. He felt just as thunderstruck. She was absurdly powerful—and extremely unreasonable.

But now, the person right in front of me is the one my heart belongs to. And the moonlight truly does shine down on us both. THE END

If such a figure appeared in the Inuit, then the world would become dark under the rule of the Inuit. To reach the Supreme Realm, Jason needed Buddhist Incantation of Nine Words. This was what the monk said in person. Judging from the last words of the old monk in Snow Summit, Buddhist Incantation of Nine Words must be related to Supreme Realm. This had been verified by Jason. His cultivation had been stagnant, but after he got some of the Nine Words Secret Skills, his cultivation had improved a little. The profoundness of Nine Words Secret Skills made Jason feel that his own martial arts was far from the limit, so Jason no longer doubted what the monk said.

​The ascent to the Ninth Peak was not a climb; it was a siege. Unlike the other Seven Peaks that had been terraformed into lush, silver-leafed sanctuaries, the Ninth was a jagged spike of raw, unrefined obsidian. It stood outside the University’s artificial climate bubble, lashed by a vertical blizzard that tasted of iron and ancient ice.