Mythic The Nine Novels & Stories

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!

“Aurora, something like this doesn’t happen a lot. Or really hasent happened at all in a very, very long time. We do not make mistakes, nor do we allow humans into our lives as it is very dangerous for us. A human has not been changed in centuries. Part of one of the old scared peace treaties, made long ago. No human was allowed to be changed unless he or she was of blood relation to a mythic entity. Being as such, no human mythical relationships have happened in longer then centuries. We all stay hidden, and quiet in our lives. We have our own ways of dealing with the meddlings of all beings. You are the first one given the opportunity to keep the secret. This is a change to our history in

Denying what I said for a reason I'm clueless about, she stood up and faced the glass window. "What are you thinking?" "A witch can only turn into stone if they were killed by a Mellon." "Mellon? Do you mean the Mellon we met?" "There were nine of them who were blessed with power. Four of them died many generations ago, and two left no traces of their journey. One rules the north, and Mellon rules the forest." "Four, two, one, and Mellon. You said that there were nine of them. What about the other one?" I counted with my fingers.

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Everything was falling into place. Nine souls pulsed inside me, their combined energy making me feel invincible. Immortal. Divine. Each one had its own signature, its own voice. I could distinguish between them now—this one had been a warrior, proud and strong. That one had begged. Another had accepted their fate with quiet dignity. Nine lives I'd taken to get to this moment. Nine sacrifices for the greater purpose.

James’ jaw went slack with disbelief. Tobias merely smiled cryptically. “It’s just a legend. To our knowledge, no one has ever been able to reach the ninth rank. Perhaps the Prince of Orchid is the only person who managed to accomplish such a feat. Regardless, he still died of old age. This likely means that the legend was simply based in myth. What’s real is that once you reach the ninth rank, you’ll possess unrivaled strength throughout the world. This is an extremely alluring prospect to all martial artists.”

"Please travel to Auremount to save our Queen, Chief Sanctress." I had sworn long ago to stay away from that place of sorrow, but protecting all people was the core duty of a Chief Sanctress. In addition, the woman lying gravely ill was my own mother. I couldn't possibly turn away from that. I fell silent for quite some time before saying, "I'll travel with you to Auremount in three days." I noticed flowers lined along both sides of the road on the day I returned to Auremount. Father led his hundreds of ministers outside the city gates to greet me.

My mentor, Steven Gilford, fell silent for a moment. When he spoke again, caution weighed down his voice. "Our research team is heading north, to the Fallen Temple. We are searching for a fragment of the legendary Serum Manuscript. That place is lethal. If you go, there is a real chance you will not come back." He paused, then asked the question anyway. "Are you really willing to leave everything you have here and come with us?" Another beat passed.