Precious Memories Mystic Novels & Stories

“I do. I saw your grave at the very corner of the Pantheon Tomb. Your grave was very different from the others. It was blank. It didn’t give out a single piece of information about you. And it was the smallest one. Everyone else’s grave had names, at the very least. Some even had their achievements carved in and were much bigger.” The maiden took a while to think to herself, but still, it was to no avail. In the end, she said, “I can’t remember anything at all, so it’s useless asking me now. It’s probably because my soul had been heavily injured in the past. If I can find my body again, I might be able to remember something.” The Mystic Maiden’s identity was rather mysterious in itself, afte

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.

"Moonstone Inn, 1847 Shadowbrook Lane, Mystic Valley, New Orleans." Mystic Valley. The name had sounded mysterious when her finger jabbed the map orb in frustration, searching for anywhere that wasn't home. Anywhere Marcus and Jenna wouldn't be. A tiny corner of New Orleans parish she'd never heard of, barely visible unless you zoomed in close enough to see the dust motes. Her mother's voice replays in her skull. "Ivy, sweetheart, maybe you should wait. Research this place first. You don't just fly somewhere because it has a pretty name."

She’d fooled me again. “I enchanted Kari while I enchanted you. Body jumping is so easy, the moods are a bit hard to control when your host body tries to reject you. Poor Kari fought so hard for you,” she said, as I got to my feet and looked at her. “Mein,” she said, and I grabbed my head. I concentrated and tried to clear my head. I fought through the pain, as I pulled on memories from my past. Love was the strongest magic that existed, and that’s what I used. I focused on Kiran and me training, Adara kissing me goodnight as a little boy, sleeping in their bed with Saga next to me when we were small. I clung to all those memories of love.

“I just know that answers don’t come to people who wait around.” I stared at her, my heart beating too fast. She had always known things she shouldn’t. She’d been the one to tell me about the whole mystic world, about the trials, about where I supposedly came from — though her details were always vague, like she was feeding me crumbs… always half truths. And now… now she was hinting again. I stepped closer. “If you know something, tell me.” She looked down at my hands, still wet from the sink, then back to my face. “Be careful what you ask for, Kaelis. Memories can be just as dangerous as losing them.”

“I don’t understand how they can be so mean Dr Neill, I work so hard on campus. I’m captain of the netball club; I started the glamour girls club to give us girls more confidence.” Jenny rambles on about her activities as Dr Neill’s mind begins to wander. Today is a significant day for the doctor, today is the eighth anniversary of his son’s disappearance. “Dr Neill?” He is abruptly pulled from his daydream. “Yes of course Jenny” An alarm goes off on Dr Neil’s phone. “We will have to continue this matter on your next session Jenny.

“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?