X Mystic Novels & Stories

I asked, fiddling with my fingers. I could see Alex tense beside me and I quickly realized that it was an insensitive question, but my curiosity got the best of me. Alex sighed before opening his mouth to talk. "I started it after my mom got cancer as I said to you before. I was a stripper before that, by the way, while I was in college. I was doing it to pay for my tuition," he said lightheartedly, but there was still a hint of sadness in his voice.

Kali ended up being the one to do it. "Everyone shut up," Kali sat the crystal on the table, drawing symbols of a half moon, comets and a star on top on it. While she did that, Len made a new gem for my heart for Crystalis to live in. I just kept singing. Sal stared at Nia and my body, trying to figure out how to say something. "Mesmerizing voice." "Nyxie Aurora Delor, with star fire and lunar energy, I heal your soul." Nia and I shivered. "Tingly. What now? I'm whole but dead. "

"Alpha, maybe Mystic saw it wrong. Maybe there's a black spot on his ears or paws or... Mystic... " Hunter slowly turn his head to me and shock was written all over his face. "Mystic... I--" "From now on, the Alpha's Luna... is dead. I have never had a mate. And I will never ever going to have one. Not, if it's going to be you. " ∆∆∆ End of Chapter ∆∆∆

Little lights sparkled on each meridian points of the man where Xiao Chen had administered his sorcery, glimmering brightly like little stars. This magic was created for students of the Mystic Cyan Sect to use to save anyone who was corrupted by the influence of evil. Xiao Chen was not sure if it would work this time, but he knew that he had to try. Before long, white vapors of steam rose from Xiao Chen's head like a chimney as beads of perspiration rolled down his face. A red flush returned to the cheeks of the young man as he was finally restored and the ugly, green mark on his neck slowly vanished.

Mystic let out a weary sigh, showing he was out of options. "She messed with an ancient spell that's way out of my league. I can't touch it unless something major shakes up the person it's tied to. However, that's just going to hit back at you twice as hard. It's a no-win situation." Zack glared at Mystic, fury in his eyes. "You're a liar! You're just protecting your favorite student. How come you can clear her mess but not mine?" He pointed at me, his gaze filled with pure loathing.

but the truth is Mystic fall is a town that harboured all kinds of mythical creatures, the kinds of Werewolves, Witches, The wailing fairies, seers including humans Each kind having their territory except for the dark witches who chose to stay hidden, only few of the humans living in the town are aware of their existence but kept sealed lips so as to not draw danger to their home and community.

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Mystic squeezed Aaron’s hand. Her voice threaded into his mind: Let me. He inclined his head. She stepped forward, spine straight, chin lifted. “My name is Mystic Hayes — daughter of Helen and Dawson Hayes. I have not walked these lands since I was a child, but they are still my heritage.” She turned her forearm outward. A glowing tattoo shimmered beneath her skin — intricate, ancient, unmistakable. “I bring this mark as proof.” The head warrior slowly descended from his position and approached her, his boots echoing on stone. Aaron shifted instinctively — ready to move — but Mystic remained still.

“Only his sister can power it. It’s her gift. He used her powers eleven years ago to charge it, overthrowing Atticus as head of the coven. But the orrery is running out of power. He’s getting weaker. Our powers as mystics can only help him so much. He needs her and will tear your uncle's kingdom apart to find her. He thought he could use you, or Princess Misty, but he needs a specific… skill set.” “What can she do–” The mystic pulls a dagger from her cloak and screams, sending it through her own heart. I rush away from her, my chest squeezing tight. Her eyes go dim as she collapses. My powers retreat. The sun shines again, covering the ashen clearing in streams of gold. The mystic’s chest ri

Rita The library’s towering shelves cast long shadows as Rita and Derek walked side by side, their conversation a careful dance of half-truths. "Mugwort enhances dream magic," Derek said, fingers trailing along a dusty spine. "But it’s the timing of the harvest that most witches overlook." Rita nodded absently. "Gogo always picks it under a waxing moon." "Smart woman." Derek shot her a sidelong glance. "You seem better today." "I am."