Mystical
Mystical
Series
Book
One
Michael
Weekly
Genre:
New Adult/Urban Fantasy
Publisher:
Limitless Publishing LLC
Date
of Publication: 12/8/15
ISBN-13:
978-1680583953
ISBN-10:
1680583956
ASIN:
B018HB7AQA
Number
of pages: 130
Word
Count: 91,000
Cover
Artist: Yvonne Less
Book
Description:
When
Eliza Rose found out she was a witch, she thought she’d be casting
spells…
However,
it turns out Eliza is on her way to becoming a mystical assassin. But
first she has to start college with her best friend Dawn Roberts and
her feline familiar Jared. If you think college is stressful, try
finding your best friend being seduced—nearly to death—by a
venomous fairy. Something is horribly wrong, and Eliza must find out
what it is.
Knowing
who’s who in the Mystical world can be a burden—or save her life…
Murderous
mermaids, seductive fairies, and manipulative elves are terrifying
enough, but pure witches can become corrupt…and they’re the most
dangerous creatures of all. Eliza struggles to discover the source of
this chaos, but is repeatedly attacked—and saved by a shadowy
figure. On a very personal note, Eliza must learn whether corruption
is beginning to claim her mother.
Her
strongest ally might be handsome, enigmatic Donovan—but he is
hiding a shocking secret…
Donovan
wants nothing to do with his old gang—not after the things they’d
made him do. But when he meets Eliza, he’s both frustrated by her
amateur skills and impressed by her emerging strength, and he feels
compelled to help her grow into the assassin she’s meant to be.
Every
answer has a price, and there are beings born to corrupt the pure.
Eliza
fights to master her skills before it’s too late, while Donovan
must determine whether Eliza can be saved…or if she must die to
keep her out of the hands of those who would use her powers to reign
over all of Mystical.
Excerpt:
I
kneel down and pull out my silver dagger slowly from my black boots.
Tugging the dagger out carefully with my index finger and thumb, I
structure a plan to save the girl in my head. One of the things mom
said to herself when I eavesdropped repeats in my head: “Mystics,
they are disguised amongst people.” I narrow my eyes and lock them
on the creature before me.
I
attempt to move and save her. Instead, I clench my hands into a fist,
my throat is dry, and my heart drops inside of my chest. My hands
are shaking, and I’m struggling to breathe properly. I can’t
lunge forth. I’m too nervous.
I
press my lips together. Anxiously, my eyes slide from left to right
as I try to think of what I can do to save this innocent girl. I
glance down as soon as I hear something moving below me. Gravel on
thin strands of weeds puckers out of the ground slowly and slithers
up my calves. I cringe as the feeling of the moist dirt on my skin
stings my legs.
The
sweet wind his wings create brush against my face, intoxicating me
and causing my neck to numb. I become drowsy, my vision becomes
blurry, and I forget about trying to save her. I’m paralyzed in
this peaceful reverie. The smell of fresh roses controls my thoughts
and actions. My eyes daze and, though I blink twice to wake myself
up, I don’t want to fight against this calm feeling.
It
feels amazing.
The
weeds continue to wrap around my legs, holding me in place. I shake
my head, trying to fall back into reality. I press my lips tightly
together and focus on cutting off the weeds slowly. With each slash,
it feels like my movement and reactions are slowing down. It must be
the scent causing the nerves in my body to act strange. I cover my
nose and continue cutting the strands of weed silently. Each cut
increases the growth beneath me. The mud from the gravel thickens,
gluing me further in place.
The
girl moans in pleasure while the weeds attach to me and cling onto
the fabric of my clothing. The noise she is making and the weeds from
underneath me are overwhelming me. My heart picks up frantically, and
my lips feel dry.
The
strange creature caresses his prey’s bruised body. There are
glowing hickeys all over her skin. He allows the weeds to slither
around her neck slowly. He leaves another colorful hickey on her
skin. He kisses her neck, eventually pulling on her skin with his
sharp teeth.
The
scent of his tongue sliding slowly on her neck flows over to where
I’m being held captive. My lips part as her eyes roll back into her
head. I can feel my mind and thoughts drifting away with her. I want
the creature’s lips on my skin just as much as his prey does.
Think,
Eliza, think. Stay focused.
I
shudder as the cold wind tickles the tiny hairs on my skin. The guy
stops kissing the girl and the moans fade away. He looks up and scans
his setting. His eyes lock on my hiding place. I increase my cutting
movement as fast as I can. He smirks at me with colorful drool
dropping to the ground from his white blade-like teeth. His red lips
glimmer in front of me in the shadows.
He
lets the weeds take over the girl’s body, preserving his meal for
later. She is still stuck in ecstasy. Her eyes slide in my direction.
Even though she must be in pain, she’s smiling. Weeds form around
her body, slither up, and then slap across her eyes and mouth.
The
creep holding her captive flutters toward me slowly. He reaches out
as weeds beneath the ground and roots spring up and wriggle around my
ankles and neck. They travel up against my thighs and then slap
across my mouth, preventing me from screaming. I am lifted up against
the wall, just how the girl is in front of me.
I
raise my dagger to try and cut the weed covering my mouth, but I lose
my grip and it falls to the ground. I panic, struggling to breathe,
but the same scent crawls into my nostrils. Its sweet taste
overpowers my senses. My heart beat slows down drastically as my eyes
follow the monster, who is floating in front of me, grinning
wickedly. He touches my skin with his soft hand, sizzling and calming
my emotions.
My
heart skips a beat. It’s finally my turn.
About
the Author:
Michael
believes he is a mad scientist experimenting with his own
imagination. He enjoys world building and having alluring
conversations with his stubborn characters. He is your author of The
Mystical Series. Specializing in many genres such as Fantasy, Urban
Fiction, Dystopian, Young and New Adult.
Most
of his inspirations come from fairy tales, music, and his curious
what ifs. He’s never thought of being an author, writing was just a
hobby to him. However, one day his thoughts and ideas kept
interrupting his daily life. At work he’d come up with story lines
and decided to join the reading/writing app Wattpad, and there he
would write. Realizing the enjoyment from creating characters and
worlds doesn’t stop him from ever jotting down a potential story.
You
can find him anywhere to snuggling in a comfy seat with hot cocoa
Netflix binging, or taking a soothing walk along the forest lines.
Possibly diving in a tank with sharks, but that would be too insane.
He
is a shopaholic east coaster living in Virginia with his fury
companion Coco.
Where
the two live happily ever after.
Website:
www.MichaelDWeekly.com
Twitter:
@MichaelDWeekly
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