Vida Mystic Force Novels & Stories

**Seeing Visions** Aria had been graced with extraordinary visions, mystical gifts bestowed upon her by the ethereal Moon Goddess, for several weeks. These visions had danced in and out of her consciousness, often cloaked in enigma and bathed in luminescence. The fleeting images that flashed before her eyes and the whispers that reverberated within her mind felt like elusive shadows, just beyond her grasp. However, in recent days, the frequency of these mystical glimpses had surged, transforming from disjointed fragments into vibrant, vivid tapestries of possibility.

And as they pushed back the enemy's forces, a sense of renewed hope surged within them, a testament to the enduring legacy of their fallen comrade. In the midst of the desperate struggle, a surge of determination coursed through Elysia's veins. Her heart pounded in her chest as she recalled the visions of Metamorphosa—the hidden power that had been revealed to her during her meditation. With a fierce resolve, she raised her hands to the heavens, her palms glowing with a brilliant, otherworldly light.

Miya compells Sylvans' body to sit up straight, and she glares at Maddox. “You are unworthy of the skin you possess,” she mutters darkly with Sylvans' voice. Extending one hand, she points it towards the door with Sylvans' palm facing up. A force of energy soars through the room when she flips Sylvans' hand-over, and the door slides shut. Unfortunately for Maddox, he is unable to reach the door in time and comes to a grinding halt, pounding his large fists against the door.

They hastily retreated further away. The Mystic Power made everyone tremble in fear. No one dared to believe that they were looking at this scene with their own eyes. The legends about the two people who could resist the attacks of five formations at the same time in the Cloud Mist Academy were just legends. No one had ever seen it. But now, they saw someone who could withstand four formations at the same time with their own eyes.

I was flogged a hundred times for making a laughingstock out of the future king. He has all the say in the palace, so I knew better than to cross him. Anyway, that was all the thing of a past now. I just have to wait a few more months and I will finally be able to spread my wings! My life-long dream of becoming the member of the Mystic Muses was about to reach fruition. Mystic Muses was a sect mostly comprised of female descendants of another minor deity, Lilith. They followed her ways and in order to honor her name, they only accepted maiden with the highest honor. In layman's term, only virgins were allowed.

The first image she saw was of the fiery Titan, Prometheus, roaring as he commanded an army of dark souls to rise from the Darkforce realm. The image vanished as a new one immediately replaced it, this time showing Viper something she was not quite sure what it was but it was an object looking a lot like an hourglass, except it gave off a mystical green glow that blinded her before the image vanished. The next image in the montage was even more confusing which showed a ring that was sparkling with lightning, lightning of different colors just as a hand picked it up and slid it into a finger. Viper never got to see who the person wearing the ring was as a new image cut through, showing a figu

“You have the powers of death and life, you can speak to us. The girl that died yesterday, she was killed before she could find the truth. Allow us to touch you and you will see our death up close, and you will remind us on how we died.” Before I could say or object to the matter the ghost boy’s hand shot out towards mine. My whole hand was on fire, it was like dry ice, so cold it burned. I shuddered and I could feel my eyes roll up. Images began to appear, and I could almost feel what was happening. I wrenched my hand away, some of the images I saw and feelings remained. I felt like I was being dragged along a dark path to a fixed light, I could feel pain from my struggles to not go where t

She curtsies and bows low before rising and saying, “Thank you. I am Mystia, the high elder of the Spirit of the Crescent Moon coven. I have been waiting for what seems like many lifetimes for someone with enough determination, enough power and enough love for my granddaughter to access the tree of connections and then follow her connection and break that lock. I tried everything, but no matter what I did was never enough.” “It’s nice to meet you, Mystia. My name is Yasmine, and this is Zachariah…”

she assured him. Bowing with both hands clasped together, he jestingly said, "As you wish, Master." Their laughter echoed between them. Mia fixed her gaze on him, "I'm bringing you along because you possess a unique ability, one I don't possess myself. Your body has the remarkable ability to resist evil forces. That day when I entered your mind, my body was suddenly wrapped in pain. An evil spirit resides within me, and your body showed amazing resilience against its power. Therefore, you're safe from their attacks. This is a secret mission, so please, don't let anyone know about it. I had to confront those spirits due to the one within me. It acts as a lure for the others, allowing me to tr

“The world is curious about Jaxon’s wife. You don’t have any publicly available photos, your username isn’t your real name, and you’ve never posted anything identifiable. You’re a blank slate, and that means anyone with enough influence can paint whatever picture they want. If we don’t give them the real Kallista, they’ll create their version—and trust me, you won’t like it.” Kallista hesitated, feeling suddenly exposed. She had always liked her privacy and liked the fact that no one could easily find her online. But now, that same invisibility was a problem? Vanessa must have seen the uncertainty on her face because hers softened—just slightly. “I’m not saying you have to do a complete make