Vida Mystic Force Novels & Stories

Lucifer had taken everything from me – my powers, my mother, my friends – and now he was attacking my people again. A massive demon appeared in front of me, mocking my powerlessness. "You have nothing now, Destiny," it laughed, using its head to brush me off without physical contact. The force sent me flying, and I hit my back on a hard rock, blacking out instantly. --- It was dark, and I couldn't see anything but shadows. The ground was damp as I walked on cold water in the darkness. I spotted a woman with her back to me. Her long, beautiful white hair flowed down her back, adorned in a simple white dress. Even from behind, I admired her figure and approached, attempting to touch her should

The strange wolf in front of me looked around apprehensively, her eyes darted around in all directions as if awaiting the danger that was coming. "We don't have much time but you have to be as strong as possible and be ready to key into your true inner nature. Until we meet again, farewell" she said and just as she had appeared behind me, she vanished right in front of my eyes. The figures emerged from the darkness and I was shocked to see Alpha Leo, Maya, Alpha Felix, Sophie, and Sophia staring coldly at me. They ran towards me with so much hatred in their eyes, that I clutched my head and tried to shield myself from their attack.

He looked at his hand before he looked up to stare at me. "You'll be fine, I suppose." I smiled at him. "Oh my God! No!" He suddenly cried out. "I won't." He whined. "You won't fall, I promise huh?" I smiled. "But this..." "You'll do just fine." I cut him off. "Look! You're standing up right without any issues." I told him and he stared at his feet. "You'll be fine." I mentioned and went off to stand beside Morgana. I noticed Morgana was using her fire powers so I decided to activate my whirlwind strength. It was something I recently discovered I had.

"My mistress's maternal side is a Víla." "A what?" "Shh..." Owlyn hushed. "Vílas are divine beings of the wind, somewhere between an elf and a fairy. Their hair is also magical." Cassandra finally understood why the sorceress said she wasn't an ordinary human. She was waiting for Vasilisa to pull out the fourth element, but the princess turned back to her with the knife in her hand. "Now if it's not too much to ask..." "Oh no..." Cassandra groaned. "Your blood is the last thing we need," Vasilisa said.

I say to her. She looks at Alpha Mayhem approaching us fast. She places a stone in my hand. "You will need this when we find Fallon. This will bring her back to you. It will take more than tea. It is my life force and my magic. When we find her, they will have started draining her magic. Do you know what will happen to a witch after their magic is drained?" Mother Anges asks me.

Conversations among celestial warriors echoed with the clash of cosmic energies, and Maximus, drawing upon his past experiences as a gladiator and freedom fighter, navigated the celestial battlefield with strategic acumen. Limah, the ethereal guardian of unity, channeled cosmic energies alongside the Eclipse Sowers. Conversations among the mystics became a harmonious symphony of celestial rituals, each movement guided by Limah's ethereal grace. Mystics, inspired by the unity advocated by the ethereal guardian and Maximus, conjured energies that resonated with the cosmic equilibrium sought to maintain.

“You can have your seat.” As she sat near me, I remember that my father once told me that mates can hear each other voices in their minds, and he had taught me how to do it without stress. And so now, I want to try it, to know the truth behind my wolf's happiness. I closed my mind and imagined a door open before me and then I speak, “Hello, my beautiful girl.” Lucy startled, as if she a scorpion stung her. She looked at me and her uneasy grew out of her face.

"Greg, she just recovered. Do you think it's wise to send her into something so—" "She'll be fine," Father interrupted coldly. "She's a beta’s daughter, not some fragile thing. She has a responsibility to fulfill. The Alpha's orders are not to be questioned." The words hung heavy in the air. Zayn's team? Of all people... I couldn’t shake the feeling that the goddess was punishing me. For what, I had no idea, but the weight of it was suffocating. I could handle anything—anyone—but Zayn?

"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.