Mystics 3-Book Collection
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Authors: Kim Richardson
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3-BOOK COLLECTION
THE SEVENTH SENSE, Mystics #1
THE ALPHA NATION, Mystics # 2
THE NEXUS, Mystics # 3
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Mystics 3-Book Collection
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SOUL GUARDIANS SERIES
Marked Book # 1
Elemental Book # 2
Horizon Book # 3
Netherworld Book # 4
Seirs Book # 5
Mortal Book # 6
Reapers Book # 7
TABLE
OF CONTENTS
Chapter 5 – The Sevenths’ Academy
Chapter 7 – Attack of the killer fairies
Chapter 12 – A leap at Midnight
Chapter 13 – Troll City, Louisiana
Chapter 14 – Gangsters and Leprechauns
Chapter 16 – Attack of the fat vampires
Chapter 19 – Parrods Department store,
London
Chapter
2 –
Playing
with Twisters
Chapter 3 –
Mirror-port Manipulation
Chapter 10 –
Attack of the Headless Horsemen
Chapter
15 –
The
Transfiguration Chamber
Chapter 17 –
A
Mouthful of Spiders
Chapter 20 –
Heroes and Villains
Chapter 21 –
A
Special Celebration
Chapter 1 - A Giant Pain in the Neck
Chapter 4 – The National Assembly
Chapter 6 – A Quest for Volunteers
Chapter 7 – Attack of the Bearded Babies
Chapter 8 – Utron Energy Capsule
Chapter 9 – The White Fortress
Chapter 10 – The High Sorceress
Chapter 11 – Masters of Illusions
Chapter 12 – A Teaspoon of Magic
Chapter 16 – The Doctors are In
Chapter 22 – An Army of Skeletons
Chapter 23 – A Race against Time
MYSTICS
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Book One *
KIM RICHARDSON
THE SEVENTH SENSE
Mystics Book 1
By
Kim Richardson
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More books by Kim Richardson
SOUL GUARDIANS SERIES
Marked Book # 1
Elemental Book # 2
Horizon Book # 3
Netherworld Book # 4
Seirs Book # 5
Mortal Book # 6
MYSTICS SERIES
The Seventh Sense Book # 1
For my beloved Simba
Zoey
Zoey rounded
a corner in the alley, and something moved along the wall in front
of her. She could see green and red scales glinting like jewels in
the soft light as the head and body of a giant snake crossed the
alley
behind
Poo Ping Palace Thai
Cuisine
, blocking her
way
. It had a second head, instead of a tail, and both heads
licked the air with their gray forked tongues and spoke
together.
“We are
not
going back. You can’t
make us. We will rip your heart out if you try,
human
.”
She had no idea what it was talking about.
It was the third creature that she had seen today, and the
nastiest. Foamy white venomous spit puddled on the ground below its
heads.
Zoey swallowed her fear.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she answered,
her voice steady. She measured the alleyway for an escape and made
sure no one else was watching her.
“I’m just on my way home,” she continued,
“and I don’t want any trouble, Mr. Snake—or is it Mrs. Snake? I
can’t really tell since your back-end has a head—or is
that
the head, and your
other head
is your back-end? How do you
even go to the—”
“It lies!” Hatred flashed in its yellow
eyes.
Both heads opened their maws to reveal teeth
like rows of kitchen knives.
“It wants to kill us! It’s trying to trick
us.”
The heads spoke to each other, “You can
never trust a human—they are all liars and tricksters! It wants to
send us back! But we won’t go. No—we will never go back!”
It turned both heads back toward Zoey, “We
won’t let you!”
Zoey wasn’t about to be squeezed to death by
the Mr. and Mrs. Snake Freak Show—she had big plans for her future.
She had to do something right now.
The snake recoiled to strike.
She didn’t even have enough time to rummage
through her backpack for a weapon when the giant snake shot up in
the air, just like a Jack-in-the-box, and soared towards her.
A door burst open, and a dark-skinned man in
a stained apron rushed out. “Hey! What are you doing there?” he
yelled angrily.
The creature slumped to the ground and
retreated into the shadows with a hateful hiss, faster than Zoey
thought possible for such a large snake.
The man tossed two large black garbage bags
on the ground and waved his fist furiously at Zoey. “You’re the one
who’s been spraying graffiti on my walls, aren’t you? Get out of
here kid, before I call the police!”
Zoey smiled and sprinted away down the
alleyway, but not before she caught a glimpse of the giant snake
disappearing through a basement window.
With the angry man’s voice still ringing in
her ears, she reached the end of the alley and turned right onto
Wade Street. The old maple trees that lined the street on either
side were the only visible vegetation. She ran through the orphan
district and passed a series of rundown buildings and boarded up
factories, relieved to have escaped.
It would have been too good to be true—to
have had an entirely uneventful day. The monsters always found
her.
Number 85 Wade Street was a ghost-gray
crumbled old house with a lopsided roof, a large rotten wooden
porch, peeling window panes, and a chipped beige door that had once
been painted white. The front lawn was a mess of dandelions and
knee-high straw grass. Zoey ran up the stairs, pushed through the
front door, and dashed straight through to the kitchen at the
opposite end of the house. She slipped her backpack off her
shoulders, and it dropped to the floor with a soft
plop
.
“You’re late.”
Foster mother number 28 had a huge purple
vein that throbbed on her forehead as she spoke. She reminded Zoey
of a gorilla in a tight workout outfit. She was thick and beefy,
with a mess of black hair on the top of her large head and dark
facial hair that sprouted from her chin like grasses. She could
easily have passed for a man. Although she usually frowned like
this, there was something different about her today. Her eyes were
dim, as though she was in a trance.
Zoey’s skin prickled with icy goose
bumps.
“How many times have I warned you, Zoey?
Late means
no
supper. You’ll just have to starve until
tomorrow.”
Zoey forgot about the eerie feeling she had
just felt in an instant.
“But it’s only ten past six,” she protested
as her stomach gave a rumble.
She looked down at herself. Her shapeless
sweater hung loosely over her skinny frame, and her blue jeans were
two sizes too big. The only things that fit properly were her black
and white
Converse
sneakers.
Foster mother number 28’s upper mustache
twitched as she examined Zoey.
“It’s your own fault, rules are rules. If
you’d pay more attention to them and spend less time in that
library looking up God knows what on the Internet, you’d be on time
like the rest of us.” Her voice rang out in the small kitchen like
a bullhorn.
“You can sit beside Thomas and watch him and
the other children eat. Sit!” she ordered.