Precious Memories Mystic Novels & Stories

She just wanted to run and forget everything about the man she had been living with for three years. As she continued to run, a faint voice calling her was heard from afar. It was Michael's voice! Diana, who heard that, immediately quickened her steps without looking back. 'Now we're over. Goodbye, my love,' Diana thought frantically as her vision blurred. Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of her. But before she knew what it was, everything was already too late. BRAK!!! "NO!!!"

We settled into the cozy nook by the window, surrounded by shelves adorned with mystical trinkets and ancient books. With a blend of unease, I began to recount the unsettling visions that had plagued me – the spectral girl, the waterlogged bodies, and the nightmarish river. Coco listened attentively, her eyes filled with empathy and understanding, as if she could feel the weight of my experiences. As I finished describing the visions, Clive added his own observations, emphasizing the urgency of our quest to recover my lost memories and confront the mysterious forces at play. We sought Coco's wisdom, her unique perspective on the supernatural, hoping she could offer guidance or insights that

I defended, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. “I’ve made a background research on you Miss Mia Cruise and I know for a fact that this office is like your secret lair, you still mourn the puppy you lost to a tragic accident three years ago even more than your late father and you are a huge fan of De Brans bar and go there every weekend to get drunk,” he said and caught his breath right on time. I gave him a puzzled look which slowly turned into a wicked smirk. “I’m sure this is an invalid case in the court of law,” I said, resting my head on my jaw.

I said, my voice firm and resolute. As I spoke, I couldn't stop the memories that strolled past me. The times she had cunningly subdued and enforced her desires. "As far as I know, she loves getting attention, which could be while she made news like that," my words came again, but I was partly engrossed in thought as memories kept replaying in my mind, leaving trails of anger in their wake. While Royce listened without saying a word. The fact that he wasn't talking again got to me, but then I was too engrossed in our memories together to pay attention to him, and after about ten seconds of silence, I added,

“I have a bad feeling this isn’t going to go the way we want it to.” “Well we can only try right?” Misty said getting up from the table. “Before you go I want to give you something so you can give to Anabel. It might help her remember me.” She said following Carlos out into the living room. “Come with me to my room, it’s in there.” She said walking to her room, Carlos followed her. “Here.” Misty said pulling a medallion off her night table. “I know you’re not going to know what this means, but if Anabel is in her own mind, she will know exactly what this is.” She said handing it to him.

I had felt like a monster, a creature who didn't deserve the title of Alpha or Mate. But here was a Gatekeeper of the ancient world, demanding proof that I wasn't just a hollow shell. It wanted proof that I was capable of love. I could show them. I could give them a memory, and Remy would see. She would know that despite the spell, despite the darkness, the truth lived in my heart. I closed my eyes. I reached into the archives of my mind, searching for the brightest, most undeniable memory I possessed. The Meadow. I pulled it forward.

With no closed or open sign displayed, Cecelia turned the knob to see if the door was open or locked. The door of the Bayou Mystic Essence squeaked as Cecelia slowly opened it. The inside was flooded with bright sunlight as it streamed in through the opened entrance displaying shelves and racks filled with herbs, candles, and other materials needed to perform any type of spell or healing that a mystic may need. “Can I help you?”

The man who refuses to let it win. *Maybe.* I turn to the Mist Queen. "If we give you these memories, can we ever get them back?" "Memories are fluid things," she says. "They can be recovered, if you know where to look. But they will never be quite the same as they were." It's not a no. But it's not reassuring either. "I need to confer with my bond-mate," I say. The Mist Queen gestures graciously. "Take your time. But know that the dark moon rises in two nights. If you wish to enter the temple, you must decide soon."

I was flogged a hundred times for making a laughingstock out of the future king. He has all the say in the palace, so I knew better than to cross him. Anyway, that was all the thing of a past now. I just have to wait a few more months and I will finally be able to spread my wings! My life-long dream of becoming the member of the Mystic Muses was about to reach fruition. Mystic Muses was a sect mostly comprised of female descendants of another minor deity, Lilith. They followed her ways and in order to honor her name, they only accepted maiden with the highest honor. In layman's term, only virgins were allowed.

Myst says as we sit across from each other . “Ok how do we start?” Myst gives me a huge grin “First we must clear our minds , allow our minds to take over and become free , floating” She says as she closes her eyes , i follow her actions . Trying my best to shove everything from my mind , including my moody Lycan . ‘Ye like you can remove me , nice try’ She says as she rolls her eyes at me .