Precious Memories Mystic Novels & Stories

Ate Angie is outside, taking care of some things, so I’m left here in the room. I’m feeling a bit dizzy and nauseous. I guess this is what it feels like when you’re overwhelmed with nerves. The events of last night flashed back in my mind. I don’t know if it’s right to think of it as a good memory, but he made me feel so complete yesterday. The thought of that night we shared together makes me feel so happy. I have to forget that night because after this wedding, I’ll be tied to someone else. I heard some footsteps approaching.

She later recovered bits and pieces of what had happened prior to the invasion, but the entire event appeared to be erased from her mind. They had also fed her medication. This medication had a temporary effect of amnesia, as it was experimental. The Mystic Physician was a renowned scientist and the effects of his drugs varied among individuals. She had met him during the invasion? And what had happened between them that he was so concerned about? “Do I.. Do I know you, Roc Chadwick?” She queried him, still shaking. “We first met from that day at the market, when we were fighting over a chicken.” He appeared to make the statement rather calmly, although she could feel her answer had impacted

his confession brought tears in my eyes. I hugged him tightly for loving me so much. I can see every family member of mine is looking at us adoration and pride. Huge round of applause made us apart from our hug. Thank you so much God for bringing my boring life to interesting, heart breaks, love and most importantly happiest one. I love you so much my dear husband. I don't know why he calls me mysterious? But I was never mysterious, right? THE END.

Flash back after Flash back are kept played in her haidnon stop in an endless loop from the sudden enterance of her stepson than seeing her everything naked and to intense sex afterward to the crazy behavior of the two that fellowed next from biting eash other like crazy dogs and beating eash other hard with every thing that can reach their hands and finally of her taking a hole shunck of flesh from his neck while chewing it than swolow it, the second she did that, he hole body quivered and stand still with some vine twichted in her body while starts moving like headless corps. While a being that can’t be seen, at least in the eyes of the living, the color of his foggy self changes it’s b

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

The air crackled with mysticism. Finally, in a small clearing dappled with sunlight, Scarlett caught sight of a glimmering object nestled within a bed of moss. It was an intricately carved pendant, radiating a soft, ethereal glow. Causing her to subconciously touch the one already hanging around her neck since the first time she left Scotland. Tentatively, Scarlett reached out, her fingers brushing against the cool surface of the artifact. Instantly, a rush of memories flooded her mind—images of a forgotten past and of magical worlds.

Once he finished reading the file, he meticulously went through it again, word by word. After reviewing it thoroughly, Landon confirmed that he had not misread anything. The hotel mentioned in the document also had a detailed address recorded. Landon pressed his temples, and his gaze turned cold as he fixated on the hotel's name on the document. He read it over and over again. It was a hotel name he would never forget. Five years ago, it was something he had tried hard to forget, and now, it exploded in his mind once more. The pulsating heat in his veins, the hazy and heavy memories... It was like thorny vines viciously entangling him, growing tighter with each passing moment.

The old master kaja gave her a special spell called total recall. “You can use it once to recall something or makes someone recall something. Keep it and use it when the time comes, my dear.” “This is too much! This dinner is already enough but you still decided to get me gifts!” Mizuko could only shed tears. How could she be this lucky? “You have to memorize spells from now on,” Miranda tells her. “The magic academy will be fun. There’s more spells there and you can meet a lot of people too, a lot of friends.”

I cried and Mystrel eyed me and held me against himself. "You feel like you're betraying your mates memory and are not honoring him, I know Maddy, you're not the only hybrid to lose a mate before," he replied bluntly and I frowned seeing him looking at me with concern. "You're going to have Lennex in your heart until the day you die, all of his memories are stored in a vault in your heart. You will never forget him but you will learn to love and you will allow yourself to love again and it's alright for you to do all of that," he told me sincerely and I laid my head against his chest and wept as he rubbed my back. Mystrel kissed the top of my head and told me to relax and nap and close my ey

“Only his sister can power it. It’s her gift. He used her powers eleven years ago to charge it, overthrowing Atticus as head of the coven. But the orrery is running out of power. He’s getting weaker. Our powers as mystics can only help him so much. He needs her and will tear your uncle's kingdom apart to find her. He thought he could use you, or Princess Misty, but he needs a specific… skill set.” “What can she do–” The mystic pulls a dagger from her cloak and screams, sending it through her own heart. I rush away from her, my chest squeezing tight. Her eyes go dim as she collapses. My powers retreat. The sun shines again, covering the ashen clearing in streams of gold. The mystic’s chest ri