Rumble Beyond Mystic Novels & Stories

"Just trust me, okay? I spent years to uncover the whereabouts of the missing link of Ragnarok. Just come to think of it and imagine how desperate I had became to the point that I even decided to join hands doing under cover with the member of Mystic Muses?" Indeed, this part left Steve questioning his senior's intention. It was no secret that Mystic Muses and Blazing Inferno were rivals. As two of the oldest sects, the two had been rival the longest as well.

‘We just wanted to belong to a pack with the sickest secret. Boys…. That would explain why none of the Alphas, especially bookworm Ellis, knew about Blue Rock’s disappearance except Rum. The silver line appeared as the wooden tip struck it and then we went through—. BLACKNESS ENVELOPED US. Like death. I can’t see anything ahead of me. I looked down and saw nothing. I felt nothing except a strange sense of chill. Rum. He was right in front of me a second ago. Now he’s gone. ‘R-Rum…?’

*What indeed? Hours stretched into a torturous eternity, the storm outside mirroring the war inside my body. Each push brought fresh agony, my screams blending with the thunder until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Mira, the oldest Moonstone healer summoned urgently from the deepest sanctum vaults, worked with eerie calm. Her moon-pale eyes held centuries of secrets as she pressed glowing runes onto my belly, murmuring ancient incantations that wove Moonstone magic into my veins. “The pup fights like true alpha blood courses through him,” she rasped, her words landing like stones in still water. Distant echoes seemed to answer, howls from far across Moonstone’s territori

"The Mystic's power comes from a central nexus point—a core essence that anchors all the duplicates." Miranda leaned in, her eyes narrowing. "To defeat a Mystic, you must find and destroy the original source. But the source is never where you expect it to be." "How do we find it?" Isla asked. A slow smile spread across Taylor's face. "Not by looking. By feeling. The pack bond—Liam's connection to you—might be the key." Isla closed her eyes, reaching out through the mental link she shared with Liam. The battlefield crashed into her consciousness—pain, fury, determination. But beneath that, something else. A subtle thread of... wrongness.

I dashed for the pup drawing on my restrained powers to simmer to life. The ground near the pup shimmered, warped, like heat waves. A rift hung in the air impossible and pulsing, leaking tendrils of shadow. Whatever lurked within it was ancient. Hungry. The guards couldn’t get close. Their weapons flickered out of focus, their feet dragged as if wading through molasses. But I wasn’t afraid, I'd seen this darkness more times than I wanted to remember. I ran straight into it. The moment I crossed the line, my magic surged. Not gentle. Not graceful. It roared through me like a tidal wave. My skin lit with golden runes, unfamiliar symbols clawing to the surface of my flesh.

"This will cling to your spirit. It will turn away ill intentions." Rita closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames and the chill of the night sink into her bones. The school rose from the mist like a castle from a dream—towering stone walls, arched windows glowing with inner light, and an iron gate etched with runes that hummed as they passed through in Gogo's truck. Rita’s skin prickled. The air here crackled, alive with magic. Rita had never felt anything like it. "Wow," she breathed.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

"Mom! I want to go to the toilet. I know where it is, so I'll go alone, okay?" "Sure son, go ahead, be careful not to break anything!" warned Cassandra to her child for she knew how clumsy he was in and out of their home. Elijah nodded and went to the nearest toilet. When he was done, he ran too fast that he did not notice one of the flower pots that were on the corner of the lobby, which might cause him to trip. Luckily, before that happened, someone prevented it and held his hand. He looked up and saw a face smiling at him. He also noticed how similar his hair color and his eyes were to the stranger.

~Nassiri~ Two more animals dropped dead as she unleashed her snakes. She had made it to Kinata, the realm that hid the scroll with the location of the Obsidian Crystal. Now she just needed to find it. Nassiri strolled along Kinata, inspecting everything. It seemed to be just a habitat for creatures, no people in sight. How quaint, a realm dedicated to creature preservation. And yet no security. Foolish. Her snakes targeted a bandersnatch and its family. It was a meat she had always wanted to try. Raw, it was stringy and tasted of baked chicken. But cooked it was juicy and tasted like dragon. Interesting. Bandersnatch was a protected species, not that Nassiri cared. When you're hungry, food i

He tells me, and my eyes widen. “Oh, of course. I’ve seen some of your pack members compete. Very impressive.” I tell him. Mystic rain is a pack far from the rest, hidden in the caves halfway across the world, he had to have traveled a week to meet up here. They pride themselves in their strength, and hunting abilities.