X Mystic Novels & Stories

The inconsistencies in the contracts. Her evasive eyes. The fact that she had been the one closest to me when everything was falling apart. And now that I was standing again, she was no longer in the picture… It wasn’t enough to accuse her. But it was enough to make me… uneasy. My hand hovered over my bag when I felt a presence behind me. Warm, familiar. Xavier. “You’ve been staring at the same spot for five minutes,” he said quietly. “If you’re trying to burn a hole through the mirror, it’s working. It is just waiting to crack.”

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.

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

Bryce slumped into the cracked seat of the last bus out of his street. The sign above the windshield flickered the name of a city he’d only ever heard whispered about,the city where the Masters kept their families. When he mumbled his destination to the driver, the man turned, eyes scanning Bryce’s dirt-caked face, the tear in his hoodie, the grime on his jeans. His look wasn’t curiosity, it was disbelief. Like Bryce had just said he wanted to buy a mansion with pocket change. But the driver only jerked his chin toward the back.

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."

It was written in our Commandment Shell that only a mermaid with natural golden hair and tail would have the chance to rule the palace more than anyone else. I remained silent while thinking. Xiaro’s special skill was to read minds, whereas, I had a special skill of knowing the history of a specific object or living thing once I touched it. So, even though I closed my lips all day, Xiaro would definitely know what was running on my brain. Luckily, she knew how to respect privacy sometimes and would not read what was on my mind without my permission. As a return, I would not touch her and examine her history too.

Lucy A few days ago, I woke up without most of my memories. Luckily, I'm street smart—I know I've been in another realm before I woke up sweaty and confused in the darkest pit of hell. There is a blue mark on my neck to prove it, and the fragments I keep seeing of a woman's moving lips are another clue. The problem is, the only way to see this woman is to get smacked in the head, literally. So these days, my most fantastic hobby is fighting in the ring against other demons. The area with its lava and loud, cheering audience has become my home.

I had a sinking feeling I knew who it was against too, because no ordinary group could cause this much damage. "Come on. Let's try our comms and see if we can report back." Sebastion muttered, walking back towards the horses. Being this far out, I would doubt it worked. Our comms where one of the very few sources of magic that worked. Magic had been dead for a long time. They had been banned by Drakos's great great great grand father Malfathicus. So our possession of these items was highly forbidden and was grounds for death. That was why we only shared comms between Sebastion, myself, and the Master.

Having a Mystic Archive and unlocking a Mystic Archive were two different matters. Only a handful of people were recorded to have a Mystic Archive throughout history. There were only two earliest verifiable individuals with documented works still in existence. The first was Hugo Gerant, a renowned physician from an ancient empire, a practitioner of Mystic Therapeutics, and an alchemist. His surviving medical works include The Hundred Letters, Gerant's Emergency Treatments, and the famous Embracing Simplicity. After his death, several notable physicians throughout history have inadvertently inherited his Mystic Archive, but none have fully inherited it. It was said that Mystics knew the metho

Myst says as we sit across from each other . “Ok how do we start?” Myst gives me a huge grin “First we must clear our minds , allow our minds to take over and become free , floating” She says as she closes her eyes , i follow her actions . Trying my best to shove everything from my mind , including my moody Lycan . ‘Ye like you can remove me , nice try’ She says as she rolls her eyes at me .