Mythic The Nine Novels & Stories

In the dimly lit room, Andrea stood tall, his face grim and determined. He looked into the eyes of each of his men, a mix of trust and intensity reflected in his gaze. Elena stood at a distance, her hands trembling, and fear etched across her face as she stared at each of the die-hard men. "My brothers," Andrea began, his voice low yet commanding. "Today, we stand united against those who have committed the gravest of sins. They thought they could take away the ones we love and go unpunished but we will show them the consequences of their actions."

But she recognized his voice. It was the voice that had spoken before the first world. Before the Witness. Before everything. "Congratulations." The man smiled. "You passed the first test." Elara's blood ran cold. "First?" The man nodded. "There are nine worlds." Elara stared. "We're in the ninth." "No." He shook his head. "This is only the beginning of the ninth." The sky turned black. Nine enormous symbols appeared above the city. Eight were dark. One glowed brightly. The man looked at Elara.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

"No, you're Jenna. You've finally returned." Tears streamed down her face in thick rivulets. "I'm so sorry for letting you suffer for nine long years. But now, you have me, and all my love is yours. You don't need to be afraid anymore. That little wretch is gone. She got exactly what she deserved, just like that monster…" Fear coursed through Anna, making her body quake. She flailed in a desperate and weak frenzy, as if she might crumble into pieces. Mom rose, carrying a bowl of her ever-greasy stew. "Jenna, just drink a little…"

A year later, I won first place at the World Classical Music Competition. In my acceptance speech I thanked my mother, Wyatt, Mr. Veil, and most importantly, myself. For being strong enough to walk through that much pain and still climb to the top of my own life. The spotlight was on me. I thought, for a second, I saw a familiar figure in the crowd. I was halfway through my speech — when a woman's voice tore through the hall. "Ada, die!"

Maya's Pov The lab was empty except for me and the machines humming away because nobody bothered to switch them off. I'd been staring at the monitor intently watching the loading sign and waiting for the time the results would finally pop up, my knee bouncing under the desk the whole time. Paternal Match: 99.9%.

Besides, it was dangerous enough to seal off a god. That’s right, the 9th Sky was a god! He wasn’t an Ascender like Mane had assumed but was an actual god. This wasn’t the first time Mane had killed a god, but this time it was a bit unique! Gods had a Godhead and a Godspark. The former granted their immortality and the latter their power. Mane’s godly energy was likely his budding Godspark. The thing was, Mane’s Godspark was able to supress other Godsparks! That was why the 9th Sky had not been able to regenerate!

A bright full moon emerged on a silent night. There was no star in the sky, but the luminous glow of the mystic moon gave it an enchanting beauty. In the depths of a thick forest in a suburb, the air was so quiet that it even felt weird. The wind blew heavily, and someone was screaming horribly. An ugly and ferocious man pressed Kendra Miller on the ground and tried to tear her clothes apart rudely. He scratched Kendra’s body urgently and laughed dissolutely.

"Chase's body refinement is now at the martial dominant level. His technique should be peak martial god. They said that the opportunity we got is a mystical technique called 'Nine Word Mantra'," Yara transmitted everything she knew to Tack. "Nine Word Mantra?" Tack had never heard of it before. Yara had no choice but to explain everything Chase shared with her in detail. "This mystical technique is much more flexible than the Nefarious Deity Technique. Tell me every detail," Tack ordered. He was greatly interested after hearing about it from Yara.

It was better for him to now shut down his mind before he really went insane. Nine elixirs is the maximum amount each elixir-making process could produce. Even for tier-one elixirs, Edgar would not dare to say confidently he could produce nine elixirs in one go. To the Elixir Grandmaster, nine was not just a number, but also a symbolism for one who had reached the highest summit in the field of elixir-making. Hands of Five Emperors, elixir-rainbow, the number nine — all of these were achieved by Zephyr today. It was a true miracle!