Precious Memories Mystic Novels & Stories

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

“The Underworld God’s treasure?” As soon as the Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens heard that, her empty sockets glowed red from the jealousy and excitement she felt. Although this woman came from a fine background, she might have been destitute for a while. Thus, she had developed the character of a superb miser and paid special attention to spiritual herbs and magical treasures. When she obtained that much for the treatment from the other trialists, she looked ecstatic and almost bowed to thank them and call them masters.

I start to explain what I have pieced together so far. "If your memories are fragmented, that means you've met the one who holds the Old Magic," Trish finally says. I stand still, thinking about what she is saying. If someone had made me think I had a procedure I didn't or had taken the memories from me, she would be right, unless there was something else I was missing. "My mom said you need to go to the Silver Lake," Trish adds, as I stand there biting my nails, deep in thought. "The Silver Lake?" I ask, confused.

Gasps echo from the small crowd gathered at a distance. I open my eyes. Light spills from my skin. Soft at first. Then brighter and radiant. Malrik stares at me, his expression no longer curious. It is reverent. “What do you see?” I whisper. He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he steps forward and places his hand against my forehead. His eyes roll back. The air grows still. I feel something move within me. A door opening. Memories that are not mine flicker behind my eyes. A woman cloaked in silver.

Maddox says calmly, and it sounds odd, because he's been raging like a dog since we met. "Try and remember, brother; you'll get fleeting pieces of memory back if you try." Miles sounds impatient but very certain of himself. "I remember, okay? And that's because I was bound to her throughout all my life." What does Miles know about me that no one else remembers, not even me? But Jaden seemed to remember something at the grandmistress' office. The way the dragon shifter stared at me, does he remember too?

Mystic squeezed Aaron’s hand. Her voice threaded into his mind: Let me. He inclined his head. She stepped forward, spine straight, chin lifted. “My name is Mystic Hayes — daughter of Helen and Dawson Hayes. I have not walked these lands since I was a child, but they are still my heritage.” She turned her forearm outward. A glowing tattoo shimmered beneath her skin — intricate, ancient, unmistakable. “I bring this mark as proof.” The head warrior slowly descended from his position and approached her, his boots echoing on stone. Aaron shifted instinctively — ready to move — but Mystic remained still.

I could smell the moss on the stones, the minerals in the water, even the lingering traces of magic that clung to the clearing like morning dew. But it wasn't only the reflection that shook me. It was the memories. They had flooded into me during the ritual, crashing through my mind like a dam breaking. Mia's laughter, bright and infectious, echoing through the halls of our childhood home. Her joy as she danced in summer rainstorms, spinning with her arms outstretched. Her wild freedom, the way she had lived every moment as if it might be her last.

“I’ll have you all impressed with my backflips… or at least with my ability to roll down hills.” “Next training session, I’ll make sure to bring popcorn,” Seleira joked, and we both burst into laughter. Then I realized it had been a long time since I’d laughed like this and had a conversation like this. It felt good to have someone to talk to. I heaved a sigh, trying not to remember the memories of the past. Just then, a loud alarm echoed through the air, cutting off any further banter. The sound was sharp and urgent, sending a chill down my spine. What is happening?