Precious Memories Mystic Novels & Stories

Three years had gone by, and here we were, still at the starting line. I lowered my head, not expecting anything anymore. I knew Eric would go back on his word the moment Tiffany shed a tear. So, they brought me to the pack's Sacred Hall, where the statue of the Moon Goddess stood tall in the center. The flame around the altar pulsed with a cold, piercing light. The elder overseeing the ritual looked grave as he warned me, "The Memory Offering is one of the oldest forbidden rites. It burns your wolf and projects your memories for all to see.

“I wonder if your mother would’ve changed her mind and named you something else if she would’ve known your name didn’t quite match your personality.” “It’s not my personality,” Memory corrected. “I just get... distracted. I can remember important things. Like people’s birthdays. And favorite colors. And recipes for snickerdoodle cookies—even if I don’t remember to take them out before they burn.” “Now that I’m glad you can remember,” Bryce agreed. “Well, I should get to work.” “What’s that?” Memory asked, noticing a flyer in his hand. The red and green trim looked similar to the one she’d seen blowing down the street earlier.

Bonnie smiled without turning to face her. "Just as you can't predict or see your death but could see others. That is how I am not permitted to know about my past life. You know, I always have Deja vu. Almost everything in Mystic Hollow looks familiar to me. Like the Waterfall. Peter's house, the Diner he took me to, and your school" she sighed and turned to face them now. "Well, as the saying goes. Without tragedy, you can't have comedy" she shrugged as Alex's phone buzzed.

He stares at her. She was here, in the same hospital they had been. Maeve was here, perhaps she had passed her and had no idea who she was. It wasn't her fault anyway. “You must be Dixon then, the eldest. Look at you, you've grown.” she sniffed. “I’m Mare, you don’t remember me, we visited you guys a lot those days. Your father and my husband were best friends.” “Mr. Cartel right.” “Yes.” She smiled and held his hands.

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

I asked and she nodded as footsteps sounded, her gaze moving over to an approaching Destiny. "I thought you were lost," Mesi announced as I began falling into my sea of thoughts. "I couldn't find my charger," Destiny explained moving over to us. "What are we eating?" "Jamaican food," Mesi voiced and she nodded moving over to the refrigerator a few steps away. "You still upset?" Mesi asked as my mind continued to run wild. "I was never upset," She replied placing the jug of juice on the counter before closing the refrigerator door. . . . .

“Idiot, later, you should know how to answer grandfather’s questions. If you dare to talk drivel, I can guarantee you that from now on, most of your life will be spent lying on the bed.” The disdain, threat, mixed with ridicule as well as blatant hostility had nevertheless provoked the slightest amount of anger on the person that was sitting on the bed. Misty at this moment was simply unable to attend to what these two scoundrels had spoken as one segment after another segment of strange yet familiar scenes were flooding in her mind now. Those memories that completely did not belong to her came like a wave. If she did not forcefully resist the urge of nausea, she probably would have been lai

Tasha opened her eyes, she sat on the bed and frowned her face, confused. "Where am I?" She scanned the room, and she was surprised to see herself in her room. "How did I end up here?" She troubled her head to recollect how she ended up in her room, but she remembered nothing. She tried to stand up, but she was too weak to stand up, and she took a deep breath. Malachi came, smiling, with a cup of tea in his hands. “You open your eyes already?”