Mystic Stories

She was a lost soul, one that was never supposed to exist. He was lost; but incapable of repair.

A shadow of impersonation brought calamity, a monster whose smile was ruin, stealing the Lifespans of humankind and plunging countless souls into terror. Year One: a young man shattered the Serpent of Death's peril, saving friends, school, and washing away injustice. Year Two: he freed the wrongfully imprisoned, tearing open shadowed dungeons. But the Wheel of Mystery spun on. A name surfaced: Tristan. The Origin? Lost within fate's labyrinth, unable to find the way home. Then He returned-not to conquer, but to protect Hogwarts, a fortress for wizard friends. Beneath the Sorting Hat, a power awoke to shatter the very monsters born there. Corridors flared; the eternal night dissolved. The Great Hall bells pealed-a hymn of victory or a funeral dirge? Yet evil persisted. The Sword of the Future pressed close. The Wheel of Fate shifted, fusing iron and steel for a new destiny. Would Tristan, the lost one, behold the splendor or be the sacrificial offering? Amid the ruins, beneath the frigid gaze of extinguished worlds, I stepped through the Door of the Void. Only Will endured, stitching torn memory. In the vast silence, between dream and waking, I was reborn. Not as the one who fell, but as a new existence, tempered from a flickering ember of Destiny. Sybill Patricia Trelawney Written in trance, beneath the Astronomical Tower June 4th, 2025

A shadow of impersonation brought calamity, a monster whose smile was ruin, stealing the Lifespans of humankind and plunging countless souls into terror. Year One: a young man shattered the Serpent of Death's peril, saving friends, school, and washing away injustice. Year Two: he freed the wrongfully imprisoned, tearing open shadowed dungeons. But the Wheel of Mystery spun on. A name surfaced: Tristan. The Origin? Lost within fate's labyrinth, unable to find the way home. Then He returned-not to conquer, but to protect Hogwarts, a fortress for wizard friends. Beneath the Sorting Hat, a power awoke to shatter the very monsters born there. Corridors flared; the eternal night dissolved. The Great Hall bells pealed-a hymn of victory or a funeral dirge? Yet evil persisted. The Sword of the Future pressed close. The Wheel of Fate shifted, fusing iron and steel for a new destiny. Would Tristan, the lost one, behold the splendor or be the sacrificial offering? Amid the ruins, beneath the frigid gaze of extinguished worlds, I stepped through the Door of the Void. Only Will endured, stitching torn memory. In the vast silence, between dream and waking, I was reborn. Not as the one who fell, but as a new existence, tempered from a flickering ember of Destiny. Sybill Patricia Trelawney Written in trance, beneath the Astronomical Tower June 4th, 2025

Sa ating makabagong mundo, kung saan ang agham ay nagbago ng maraming bagay-mula sa mga nakagawian hanggang sa mga imposibleng imbensyon-nagbukas ang Zephyrix Academy. Ito ay isang paaralan na itinatag para sa mga taong nagtataglay ng mga kakaibang kapangyarihan, bunga ng mga eksperimento ng mga siyentipiko. Ngunit ang lahat ay magbabago sa buhay ng isang dalaga. Sa kanyang pag-uwi sa madilim na gabi, makakasalubong niya ang isang sugatang siyentipiko. Bago ito bawian ng buhay, may ipaiinom ito sa kanya na isang misteryosong likido. Ang likidong ito ang magiging simula ng isang hindi pangkaraniwang buhay para sa kanya. Paano niya haharapin ang mga pagbabagong ito? Ano ang naghihintay sa kanya sa Zephyrix Academy? Abangan ang kanyang kuwento.

(Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except Amelia Thompson.All rights go to the owner of the show.) Hi my names is Amelia Thompson and I'm an orphan my parents died in a tragic accident that I don't like to talk about often. Anyway I'm something one of a kind. Actually I'm the only one of my kind left. My mission is to protect the doppelgänger from any and all danger no matter the cost. And maybe find my one true love. To find out more keep reading.

A collection of poems and poetic transmissions. These pieces are not a single story but a living body of voice. Vision, memory, love, and lineage moving through language as it arrives

Episode 3 The quiet tension that has been building finally reaches its breaking point. Strange signs begin to appear around the protagonist-glitches in reality, brief visions, shifting shadows that seem to watch from the corners. Nothing feels normal anymore, and every clue leads deeper into a mystery they never asked to be part of. While trying to hold onto their usual life, they find themselves torn between fear and curiosity. People who once seemed ordinary start acting differently, and secrets begin to unravel from unexpected places. A familiar voice returns with new warnings, forcing them to question who they can trust as the danger grows closer. This episode marks the moment where everything changes. The path ahead becomes darker, choices become heavier, and the truth that has been hiding in the shadows finally begins to surface. What was once a simple life now twists into destiny-and the protagonist realizes they can't run from it anymore. Episode 3 sets the stage for the next wave of conflict, revealing hints of power, danger, and the hidden forces that have been waiting for them all along.

A depressed man finds solace in a mystic woman who will help him in all the ways sexual.

Sameera Desai is a new-age typical Indian girl who aims to become one of the best journalists in the world. But the twist is, since her 10th birthday she has been having dreams about things that people would name as supernatural. Though she never paid heed to these 'supernatural dreams' of hers on a conscious level and has only ever worked hard to fulfil her journalism goals, somewhere deep down she has always tried to look for the reasons as to why she has these weird dreams. While looking for answers to some extraordinary events, she finally finds a pathway that leads her to a search for supernaturals. But as it is said, 'curiosity kills the cat'. Will Sameera be the said 'cat'? This story is purely fictional and any sort of resemblance to reality is absolutely coincidental. Credit for the book cover belongs to their respective owners.

"She was a goddess, and I was only mortal. Our love was a crime carved into the laws of heaven-yet she chose me anyway. She died for me, gifting me her last smile... and a grief powerful enough to tear worlds apart. But fate? Oh, fate has a twisted sense of humor. She's back-reborn in another body, another life-and this time I won't let the heavens decide for us. If the gods try to reclaim her, I will burn their golden thrones to ash. Losing her once shattered me. Losing her twice is impossible."

In a hundred years, thousands of complicated and paranormal affairs have happened to me. But being visited by an entity that reincarnates the root or Ashaka, is sent into an alternative dimension, with a corrupt British empire to take the place of a certain king of names. At least there is no risk of dying of boredom.

Mortica Bloodrayne is the love of Damon Salvatore's life. Somehow back when they first met the pair fell in love and Damon forgot all about Katherine, in fact he couldn't care less that she was rotting in a tomb. Marti is Damon's and he loves her which means he will do anything to protect her. One problem, Katherine is determind to ruin their relationship even though she wants Stefan. But Marti and Damon are a strong couple, right... right? When Marti finds out some devistating news it tests the boudries of their relationship... will things ever be the same between the pair? Preview: “Stefan, dear brother, it seems trouble is still sticking around” Damon sighed, not noticing that I was standing behind Stefan. “this is the one time brother than I am glad Katherine was involved” Stefan muttered sidestepping to reveal me. “Marti” Damon’s face lit up until he saw that I had been crying. “what did I say” Damon asked standing in front of me. “I told you I love you and you whispered Katherine’s name” I muttered as he pulled me close to him.

Just a book filled with scenarios between MC and her favorite people.

speaking my thoughts, ideas, observations, etc. into this digital book. feel free to read.

All 29 teams untie to face a common threat after an unexpected tragedy contains fluff

This is just a game? How is this possible? {H E L P}

Mystic Messenger oneshots luvs!~ ♡ Requests are open. Please enjoy! (Not my fanarts used for the chapters and cover)

HIYA! This story takes place kinda in my imagination, and kinda in the actual storyline! This story is about a girl, and that girl would be none other than Y/n, aka Daggerons daughter, She is also known as the silver ranger, Udonna lost the Silver Magi Staff but fate decided Y/n would find it, when her father fought Callindor he didn't have time to place you down, right before the magic turned Daggeron into a frog, he placed a spell on you, that spell lifted you into the air and back to a village, you were raised there, but you always had clear visions of what your father looked like, he cast a spell on a necklace so it projects him in a silver hologram and it shows him at that moment, you had a Silver blanket that you never ever let go. When you turned 10 you found the Silver Wand, you kept it, "I must find Dad," was the thing you said as you ran away and began you shearch her for your father, seven years later you managed to find the human word you applied for a job and had enough money to buy clothes, you still live in the woods tho, you have seen people Use "phones" more than Wanda so you changed your wand into a phone. What will happen when you help the Rangers from the sides when a monster called Koragg attacks, what will happen when you see Solaris Knight with them, Read to find out!

Third Mighara in the Red Book of Dragons. (Chapter I to III)

Stories and headcanons I thought of while on his route