X Mystic Novels & Stories

"Our faction provides us with such an item for unexpected needs. However, if we encounter exceptionally powerful enemies, these treasures are of little use before them," Val explained. 'Mystic Elixir is indeed a major faction. They even provide them with such items. I assume the pills and meals they usually consume are incomparable to those of other factions. With such abundant resources, it's not surprising that talented individuals emerge. Ah, I truly envy them!' Adrian thought. Despite the envy, he harbored no inappropriate thoughts.

We can definitly see it on Kavi without a doubt so it must be you, Luna Jewel. I perk up and all attention is now focused on her. (( Well my dears, )) That voice is not Jewels voice (( Hello again, I am Jade and I am a Mystic Wolf, that is the reason why you could not smell me before, because I had no pack I had no scent and now since I've met my mate my scent has returned also since you are apart of my mates pack and I've marked him and laced his blood with my own, he shares my power and it also extends to his entire pack right down to the pups. However my gift of strength is only given, it can not be taken, meaning only I can give it, if someone where to bite me in hopes of gaining strengt

He tells me, and my eyes widen. “Oh, of course. I’ve seen some of your pack members compete. Very impressive.” I tell him. Mystic rain is a pack far from the rest, hidden in the caves halfway across the world, he had to have traveled a week to meet up here. They pride themselves in their strength, and hunting abilities.

And dad. Fuck....dad.... He is so going to kill me. The phone isn't even a month old yet. Fucking expensive shit. Did I drop it yesterday? Or does Xavier have it? I will just ask Xavier later. Well this would be a good time to explore the last door. I walk towards the mysterious door, with my finger around the golden designed key, I try pushing at first, pulling when it would bulge. The colour draining at my face at the sighto behold. Is he a part of the Mafia or what?

Flash responded, patting Xenos on the back in sympathy. "But that can't be true, can it? TMC is a community of harmony." Morgane said, frowning in worry as she chewed. She had full eyebrows that fitted her well. She had long straight dark hair that she had styled into two long braids. "We don't know what it means. It could have been one of the Mistanimals." Alix responded but frowned at the group of people who arrived at our table. "Rhaegal, is there something you need?" Alix asked the leader of the group calmly, yet somehow, I knew he was anything but calm. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his hands were folded into fists on the table.

“Young Mistress.” I looked at both my tamed beasts, but noticed the voice in my head wasn't coming from them. I softly inquired who it was; the voice calmly explained; it was none other than the Mystical Beast of Illusions, whom I'll henceforth name MBI for short. MBI slowly explained to me: “You're in an illusionary world. It's hard to tell if this world once existed, but one thing's for sure... that crimson-eyed tiger was a mystical beast. While inside your arerat symbol, I came to understand that you're gifted with the ability of absorbing mystical beasts.

I nodded. It was the punishment I deserved. Just when I thought it was all over, the old, familiar voice echoed in my head again. 'Regret will not unmake the past, young Alpha.' I turned. The Mystic was there again, a ghost in the shadows of the great hall. "What are you doing here again?" "I've come to tell you a secret," he said, walking toward me, his staff tapping a slow rhythm on the stone floor. "The Farewell Ritual does not always mean death."

It is full and warm and thoroughly lived in, and I would not change a single disordered corner of it. Mia is three and has Robin's stubbornness and my precision, a combination that manifests primarily as very detailed arguments delivered with absolute conviction. Theo is four and has the particular quality of a person who finds everything interesting, who picks things up and examines them seriously and asks questions that require more thought than you are always prepared to give at the time he asks them.

"Wait—I might have something that can make it a whole lot easier." "How?" "A spell. To change your shape and your scent. Not much, just enough to mess with their scans." I lifted an eyebrow. "A spell? Who casts one on me?" He was grinning. "Remember Old Magda?" "Oh no. Not her. The woman's insane." "She is not insane. She is a morals-unquestioning mystic herbalist," he told me. "She's insane," I told him. "Talented," he said . "Come on, before you wake up to your senses."

[Alexander] “Release her right now!” I yelled at the witch who remained standing at the broken door. She laughed with her wicked tongue, and turned red eyes on me. “Who do you think you are, mutt, to give me orders?” “I am Alexander Young, Alpha of Mystic Moon, and I am not afraid of you, witch!” I spat the word out, and boldly straightened my spine, taking the first step up.