Precious Memories Mystic Novels & Stories

Krystal had been very ecstatic ever since meeting Mr. Macy who had promised her with her dire school situation. She had been busy studying freshman books and popping the memory retaining pills as she read. It really took a lot of her energy but she was doing quite well so far especially when she found out that the pills were magical, she couldn’t forget what she saw and her speed was a bit faster than ordinary which made it easy for her to memorize some of the text books she had bought earlier.

Mark said pretty much excited and before I could say no, he was out of sight, "Hmm" I sighed softly,I miss her, I missed her so much. If wishes were horses, if only wishes were horses. Hey guysssss!!! Chapter 18 is out! Yes.. I know it took me weeks to update but remember something, I did anyways lol😝😝 I sincerely apologise for the late update,I hope you keep believing in my writing,"Memories" is an amazing story, I hope you stay put in this journey of memories. Thanks y'all for the support and encouragement, thanks so much. Thanks for taking out your to read this story, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Enjoy 😎😎 Don't forget to vote, comment and share. Thanks Xoxo

After the Inferno Guild, the next announcement came from the capital's physician's office, Arcane Sanctum. They had sent various precious medicinal herbs, including a century-old rare herb and snow lily. Following Arcane Sanctum was the Tideborn Guild, which also sent rare treasures. Among them, Mystic Pearls were the most prized. They seemed determined to outdo the Inferno Guild, delivering three jars of Mystic Pearls, along with a variety of gemstones. Their offerings filled three entire boxes.

“I guess it was Sunday night. I got my wolf.” Misty gasped. “Congratulations! I know how badly you wanted that.” “Thanks,” Thea said. Misty looked at her strangely. “You don’t seem excited. What’s wrong?” Lizzy sat down next to Misty. “She has amnesia. Doesn’t remember anyone or anything,” Lizzy said. “What?” Misty said. She looked at Lizzy, the triplets, Thea, then back at Lizzy. “It’s a whole thing,” Lizzy said.

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.

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. . . . . . . .

Amelia's pupils contracted sharply, her whole body stiffened, her soul trembling as if struck by thunder, her fingertips icy cold. She bit her lower lip hard. The pain in her soul was nothing compared to the agony in her heart, but she dared not indulge in grief. Now was not the time for sorrow; perhaps her Master still retained a sliver of life energy, and she had to grasp that lifeline. She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging pain and fear in her heart. Her gaze gradually became clear and resolute, ruthlessly pressing the worst outcome to the bottom of her heart. All clues now pointed to the Mystic Vale. The Reincarnation Mirror had been missing for a long time, and the My

“That just means you care. Or maybe you’re on the brink of something powerful. Either way, it’s pretty exciting.” Before I could respond, Mira was swept away into yet another conversation, leaving me with a rare moment of freedom. I carried my coffee toward the far end of the lounge, attempting to stay under the radar, when suddenly a shadow fell over my sketch board. “Miss Jane.” The voice sent a shiver down my spine. I turned to face Mr. Lawrence, the executive director of luxury partnerships. Short, heavyset, and balding with a shine that reflected the light like polished stone. His smile felt unnervingly familiar.

A private doctor who worked at a psychiatric. Someone discreet. Someone who owed me a favor and it would be so wise to return that same favour. My finger hovered for a moment. Then I pressed call. As the phone rang, I sank onto the edge of my bed, my body finally allowing itself to feel everything at once. Everything replayed once against in my mind The ghost of my past mistakes. The weight of Damian’s secret. The fire of Ava’s revenge. And the cold determination rising inside me. I inhaled deeply.

Rose Murdock's POV Raymond believed I had killed our parents. I couldn't even remember the last time he had called me 'honey.' I tilted my head up at the unfamiliar werewolf before me and, unable to help myself, nodded. "Alright." I followed a werewolf whose name I didn't even know into an unfamiliar house. The place was spotless. My gaze swept the room and landed on the coffee table, where several small white bottles were lined up in perfect order. I recognized them instantly—enhanced sedatives. That amount could have put five werewolves to sleep forever.