The Mystic Nine Novels & Stories

No one had the faintest idea what was going on, but the three of them still ended up in a tearful group hug. When the third "real heir" was also reunited with the family, Father and Mother finally sensed something was off. They asked a renowned master of the mystic arts to take a look. The master said that nine was the number of completion. Through a strange twist of fate, the rightful heir of the Reed family had somehow been split into nine separate young men.

⸻ Behind them… Leonardo, Damien, Matteo, Lorenzo, Adrian, Cassian, Aurelius, Lucian, Mira, and even the Raven stepped onto the balcony. Nine people. One family. One purpose. The morning sun rose behind them. Cassian quietly looked at the horizon. “The road to the Ninth Sanctuary is longer than any journey we’ve ever taken.” Damien smiled. “Good.” Leonardo nodded. “We’ve spent our lives running.” Alessio looked at his brothers. “This time…” “…we travel together.” ⸻ Far away… Inside the hidden Himalayan temple… The hooded stranger stood before the empty pedestal. Slowly…

One by one, the younger wolves and allied packs stepped forward to offer their blessings and tributes to the old Alpha. I still had not appeared. Kael forced down the rising unease and stepped aside to call me. The line rang and rang. No answer. He called again. Still nothing but the flat mechanical tone. At that moment, a courier entered the hall carrying three parcels. All of them were addressed to the Blackthorn patriarch. Under the eyes of the guests, the old man opened the first box. Inside was a hand-embroidered tapestry of moon wolves offering blessings beneath a full winter moon. Anyone could tell it had taken months to complete.

she asked, leaning forward to get a better look. “Nothing you need to worry about right now,” Professor Thorne said, but her grip on the steering wheel tightened. They drove for another ten minutes before the trees opened up, and Maya’s breath caught in her throat. Mystic Grove Academy stood at the top of a hill, made of grey stone that looked like it had been there for centuries. Ivy crawled up the walls, windows glowed warm gold even though it was still early morning, and towers rose up into the sky like something out of a fairy tale. But there was something else about it ….a weight in the air, like the whole place was holding secrets deep in its foundations.

I leaned against the cold brick wall, my hand trembling as I pulled my phone from my pocket and called my assistant, Maria, to come get me. The ninth time. I thought back to the ridiculous bet Julia had proposed a year ago. "Nine choices, Leona. Let's see who Isak really picks. The loser walks." The first time was at my mother's funeral. A rival family crashed the service and opened fire. Isak dove to shield Julia without a second thought. The second time was at his succession ceremony. A bomb went off, and his first instinct was, again, to protect Julia. The third, fourth, fifth time…

~Nassiri~ Everything was so boring these days. Nassiri missed the old days when Heaven and Hell were constantly killing each other, when other realms would bet on who would eventually win. The other realms. How many were there again? A thoughtful jade gaze turned upward as she counted them. There was Heaven, Hell, Earth, Purgatory, the Lunar kingdom, Kinata and the Underworld were one in the same, and Ethereal, so 7. Nassiri casually strode through the gates of Heaven, the guards staring at her as most did. She wasn't sure if it was from how she dressed or just that she was the Goddess of pleasure, but either way, the stares irritated her. Pushing through a group chanting anti-demon slurs, N

She had gained quite a bit of knowledge about the mystic martial arts sects in the process. For instance, the nine sects referred to the Gladius Sect, the Mystics Sect, the Condulus Sect, the Vessels Sect, the Refiners, the Healer Sect, the Martial Arts Sect, the Shadow Sect, and the Energy Sect. They were the founding sects of the nine main martial arts branches. Although Sword Towers was among the top ten major sects, its influence could not be compared with that of the Gladius Sect. If the mystic martial arts were compared to a religion like Astralix, then the Gladius Sect would be one of the most orthodox denominations. Sword Towers would be like a mere offshoot of one of the major denom

“What’s the Nine Evil's Mansion?” Jasmine asked, curious about Jason’s alarmed expression. Jason stammered, “In mysticism arts, it’s a highly ominous sign!” “The Nine Evil's Mansion is formed by taking nine malevolent individuals and executing them by stabbing them until they die. Then, their flesh would be pieced together with bone nails. "After that, their body would be encased in concrete and sealed with mercury. They would then be buried at a specific place where the mountain’s shadow meets the water’s reflection on a full moon night.

"Just shut up and lie down, or your meridian nexus will break. If that happens, you won't even be able to wipe your own butt!" Eiger was actually surprised to see that Burt's meridian nexus did not break either. "I'm surprised that you know how to seal vigor meridians, though one must expect nothing less from the last apprentice of Mystic Sky Sect." "Mystic Sky Sect?!" For the umpteenth time of the day, the old man behind Frank was staring in disbelief. "What's wrong, Grandpa? What's Mystic Sky Sect?" his granddaughter quickly asked. The old man was stuttering in astonishment, "M-Mystic Sky Sect of the South Sea… It's Draconia's oldest and most enigmatic sect! They didn't have many disciples