Sofia Mystic Isles Novels & Stories

The lunar hum in her veins acted like a toxic barrier. They swam with a rhythmic, brutal efficiency. Every stroke was a piston-driven shove against the tide. By the time Madison’s hand gripped the jagged volcanic rock of Omen Isle, her chest barely heaved. Ethan hauled himself up beside her, water sluicing off his tactical suit, his golden eyes scanning the high cliffs. "You seeing those towers?" Ethan pointed toward the center of the island. "Silver and glass. In a goddamn jungle. Silas isn't even trying to hide anymore."

“So. . . Mike, I was just wondering. Did Grandma and Grandpa mentioned the name of that island?” “Mystique Island.” He clears his throat before he continued and spoke using a British accent, “A mysterious island discovered by Grandma Fuchsia after married to Grandpa Martes. They said the island was made by enchanted people called ‘engkanto’ whom Grandma Fuchsia are friends with. She said it’s a portal-island to the ocean enchanted world or ‘encantadia ng karagatan’. The island can only be seen during Ber Months until the end of the summer.” “Uhmm. . . . What’s wrong with your voice?”What’s wrong wrong with your voice?”

Chapter 3 “Mummy, we're back!” Mia was in her little garden watering her flowers when she heard Sofia's excited voice. She chuckled as she turned around, seeing her hopping towards her, with Susan trailing behind carrying some shopping bags as they entered the exquisite oasis. Nestled amidst lush greenery, the private country house of Mia, stood as a serene retreat from the chaos of fame. Designed with elegance and functionality, this haven catered to Mia's needs as a renowned artist and devoted mother to her five-year-old daughter, Sofia.

Sofia left the resort early on the pretext that she was sick from falling into the water. Ralph, in fact, caught Catelyn’s strange look at Sofia as they greeted each other. But Sofia ignored it and went to the Mason Tower after driving Waylon home. The Mason Tower, a magnificent and eye-catching tall building, was situated in the richest business hub of Sapphire City. Trevor drove Sofia quickly to the Manson Tower. Sofia used to keep herself in the background about this situation. That day, however, would be a red-letter day for her, because she would achieve her goal: Get and destroy the Mason Tower.

" I totally forgot to tell you, I am really sorry. Its within but in city S " Sadie nodded in understanding, at least not out of America. City S is not fa from were they are which is City Y. " Okay, you can go back to your office " Mia stood up with her thinking faculty blank not knowing how else she is suppose to convince Sadie about Sofia. That lady is very dangerous. More dangerous than she looks. Mia is afraid! Afraid that she does anything she wants here, if she wants it blue, it must be blue. That's Sofia Huang!

When he walked onto the stage and raised his right hand, the petals gathered into his hand, reforming into a sword, which he pointed at Tessa. "You're not Tessa, the foreign minister. Who are you?" Chad was so certain because, in his third eye, Tessa was shrouded in a flame-like radiance. Although Chad had never seen Tessa in person, he knew that even a Mystic could not possess such radiance. Tessa smiled, a very seductive smile. "Oh, my. I didn't expect to be discovered. This is not good. Greetings, everyone. I'm Mixulla, the 80th-generation sun goddess of Saffronesia!"

Leslie POV Maidstone, North America, 2000. What the hell is this scent? Swiftly the light went off, then darkness and stillness possessed the room. I dropped the Shakespeare’s Othello book on the stool and shifted the part of my head into the wolf’s head and let out a silent growled. The room was still nothing amiss. Michael was snoring on the bed, and I was glad he was, for I don’t want anybody to know about my identity as a wolf.

Another who wanted to sue Blackberry because their phones didn't contain any actual berries. Jasmine, Garius and Heidi told funny stories involving Mister Moore, crazy meetings with crazy people, and then told of dozens of letters they'd dealt with from people claiming bizarre things, like a proclamation they received that Benjamin Moore was the new messiah, along with a completely updated bible about him from an obsessed housewife in Texas. Jasmine insisted it was on the Island somewhere.

Erys replied. "Hell is weird," Kira and I said. I leaned over the lake. "You can see your reflection. It's called Crystaline Lake because any type of rock you put in comes out a crystalized mineral in a week. Go ahead, pick a rock, scratch your initial in it, plop it in the lake and we'll come back in a week for the crystals. Don't worry, no one will steal anything. Crime is non-existent here." I waited for everyone to pick a rock and plop it in. "Would you like to see the meadows, forest or mountains next?"

“You’re from the islands?” I nod. “Yes, but I can’t remember which one.” She cleared her throat. “I am also from the islands. I fled many years before you were born, but that is why my name is Mystica, because where I come from, healers are revered for their closeness to the Moon Goddess. It is said that our people are directly descended from her, though I don’t think that’s true of all of us, but certainly the leaders.” “What island are you from?” Poppy asks.