Sofia Mystic Isles Novels & Stories

glowed with a steady, sapphire light. "And?" Audrey asked. "The Sea of Salt’s End isn't a cliff, Mother. It’s a bridge," Mara said, handing over a roll of new, high-density parchment. "There are islands. Not made of glass or ice, but of living wood. They have their own resonance. They call it 'The Pulse'."

“Miss, I’m just here for the party. I heard there’s a really famous Emotional Release Center on Pine Mist Island, so I came to check it out. I didn’t think I’d get lost.” “You’re lying!” Mia narrowed her eyes. “If you were really here for the party, how could you possibly get lost? There are signs everywhere!”

"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."

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

*Sage POV* When we set off for South Dakota this evening, my anxiety was going crazy. After everything I had experienced there in the past, and everything I have found out recently, I had very mixed emotions about going back. I tried to distract my mind, and think of the positive things that were about to happen. Mystic Shadows was about to be liberated from the Darlings, I was about to see my family that I thought didn’t want me, and I was about to close the chapter in my life that involved Katherine.

I inquired, hoping to gain some insight into Isabella's occupation. Sofia pondered for a moment before enthusiastically responding, "Oh, she's a superhero! She fights crime at night and saves the world from evil villains!" Surprised by her answer, I chuckled softly, not quite sure if she was serious or just playing pretend. "That sounds incredible, Sofia. Is there anything else you can tell me about her?" Her eyes sparkling, Sofia continued with her imaginative response. "Well, she also has a secret lair hidden in our basement where she keeps her high-tech gadgets and plans for world domination!"

I nodded, not really understanding. “Oh psha, Miles is just a cranky stickler for rules. Cadogen’s family has ruled this coven for a very long time and Miles’s family has been their advisors for just as long. Rules have been bred into him. Follow me young lady.” Lita got up with the elegance of a dancer. She wore a simple black dress with a red rose motif down the back. I followed her, stealing a look behind me. Miles was already gone like he had never been there to begin with. A Shudder ran down my spine.

Philip frowned and looked at Fennel beside him. Fennel shook his head to indicate that he was unaware of this. He said, “I haven’t heard of this. Few people know about Mystic City in the first place. Unless they have cooperation with Mystic City, I think most people wouldn’t even know that this place exists.” Philip thought for a while, looked at Ludo, and asked, “Are these things also related to the treasure of the ancient sage that’s about to appear?” Ludo said lightly, “The treasure of the ancient sage comes from Mystic Cave. Now that Mystic Cave has been sealed off by the three Dragon Kings, no one can enter unless they get their entry token.”

“Magic used to be commonplace in Fresonia. It was everywhere. But something happened a long, long time ago that severed the powers from a majority of the people, along with their memories of the magic.” “Sofia,” I breathed. I filled them in on everything I had learned, up to Esmeralda’s unknowing role in all of this. “Poor Mila,” Isla said when I was done. “She must be out there somewhere, all alone. I hope she’s okay.” “I think she’s figuring out her powers as we speak,” I said. “That must be the power surge I felt coming from the mountains.” Isla still looked worried. “I just want her to know that she is loved.”

"I never say anything in advance." "B-But..." Without waiting for him to continue, Maddie asked, "First question, how old is Stellaerio?" "I know! I know!" Jessamine fought for the chance to answer. "100 years old!" "What about this Syihuex Island?" "Huh..." Another voice popped up. "Like... um... hundreds of centuries years old?" "Why is this island so mysterious in the eyes of many?" "Because it's filled with myths and mysteries," Kingsley mumbled. He covered his hand over his mouth and dropped his eyes to his table, pretending like the answer given wasn't from him.