Novel & Cerita Precious Memories Mystic

It held horror in them. “You asked me what flashed through my mind right?” “yes” “Fine, I'll tell you. I remember the sound of the gun going off and blood splattering on my face and clothes. I remember the look in her eyes as she pulled me down along with her. Then I remember the look of achievement in the assailant’s eyes as he smiled at me before turning around to escape. It all happened in the blink of an eye”

The Goddess kept muttering to herself about how strange this was and what not. As we walked our way in, I pondered about some other memories that were slowly returning to me. I had been previously mated to two other men. I strained my mind to remember their names, pushing passed the mental fog. Zack, then Daniel. That was about all I could get-names to the faces I saw. A few more concentrated moments and I could remember how they were abusive and controlling. Why had I gotten with them in the first place? I kinda wished the memories would just come at once, but I suppose that would overwhelm me. Who knows how much had been "wiped" from my mind. "Goddess?" "Yes, Nyxie?

The venue of our retreat was held at a private resort, It has a beach and a space where we can build our tent. ‘Over the beautiful moon’ That was the name of the resort. It was familiar. “Do you know the owner of the resort?” I asked Beau “Nah. Why?” “The name was kinda familiar.” I said, “Maybe because it has the same meaning as my name. My name means moon, Altalune is a Latin name that means ‘Over the moon’ and Mizuki, is Japanese means beautiful moon.”

she headed over to the door. “Enjoy your little date tomorrow!” Bell yelled behind her before she walked out of the house with a light blush on her face. Xoxoxo The next day, Mystique found herself waiting for Mr. Gracias Alan, who was late for their little lunch date. Mystique sighed as she peeked down at her watch and adjusted her glasses. Not only did he have a habit of forgetting stuff, but he also had a hobby of keeping people waiting for him. If she had known, she would have come a bit later and not waited for the man.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

ALICE POV He glanced over to me. I couldn’t help but notice how his blue eyes seemed to pierce into my soul. He was my one-night stand! As if he could hear my thoughts, his eyes glazed over me all of a sudden and I scurried away from him. Thud! Thud! Thud! I could hear my heart beating fast. He grabbed my arm, turning me around to look at me. He stared at me intensely and said “I remember you, you are the girl from the bar. I know you remember me so don’t try denying” he said in a stern voice.

I pulled Jasmine into a hug, holding her in despite her constant struggles until she gave in. We fell on the floor, playing with each other's hair and laughing like we had the whole world to ourselves. I stared at the scene in shock. I remembered none of this. Jasmine was the Seeker Wolf, the one my father had always warned me to avoid. The one Lucy had insisted was dangerous. Yet, here I was—my younger self—wrapped around her like she was my entire universe. “What is this?” I whispered. Elara exhaled beside me. “A memory,” she said. “One you weren’t supposed to forget.”

"The Mystic's power comes from a central nexus point—a core essence that anchors all the duplicates." Miranda leaned in, her eyes narrowing. "To defeat a Mystic, you must find and destroy the original source. But the source is never where you expect it to be." "How do we find it?" Isla asked. A slow smile spread across Taylor's face. "Not by looking. By feeling. The pack bond—Liam's connection to you—might be the key." Isla closed her eyes, reaching out through the mental link she shared with Liam. The battlefield crashed into her consciousness—pain, fury, determination. But beneath that, something else. A subtle thread of... wrongness.

" It's powered by the Heartstaff. It was the stand on which the Heartstaff was kept. Place it over your pituitary gland. You will get back all the memories that you have lost. Maybe, I will be able to help after that. If you chose to believe me, bring the boys to the Mountain of Forgetfulness along with you. The solution lies over there. I will be headed there. I will wait for you. It's not safe to hang around like this in a place like this. " She smiled as she pointed around Mira before jumping back to her chopper. As Razzak left, she saw Mira pick the stone up , look round her and then place it between her eyebrows, exactly where she had instructed. Razzak left with a happy smile. Mira fel

I sat by a small mountain and closed my eyes. Sudden noises made me open them again. "Oh no, not again…" I was back in the strange world of stores and moving metal boxes. The first thing I saw was a rectangular box with moving and talking pictures. What kind of power was this? "Wait, if I'm here then…" I looked down, seeing I once again had no claws, my white hair was red again and this time I wore jeans and a t-shirt with some kind of funny picture on it. "Where the hell is this?! How did I get here and how do I get back?!" I rubbed my eyes. "This makes no sense." Just what I needed. Another lapse from reality while I was already dealing with shit. "Whatever. Let's venture out this time." I