Hundreds of years ago, a race of supernatural beings called Mystics and humans went to war, almost resulting in the extinction of Mystic-kind. The Council, often seen as the Gods of all Mystics, created a rule that would prevent this from occurring again-Mystics must mask as human and can't interact with other Mystics to lessen the chance of exposure. Their existence is now only ever written as myth.

Are these stories of history, passed down from Mystic parent to Mystic child true? Or is there something deeper, darker going on?

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Michaela (Mika) Corey is an eighteen-year-old Druid who lives her life pretending to be human. She's loyal to the rule, but the seclusion puts her in a box she struggles to fit into. When she meets Iris Blake, her outlook on the human world and Mystic world shifts. Mika is presented with what's true and a task that she can't refuse because the future of Mystics are at stake. 

The Divide is created by Neradia, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

THE DIVIDE

I hate her, I do, for what she did, for how she made me feel, but the words that spewed from Lucian’s mouth allowed worry to float around in my stomach. I don’t want it to. I shouldn’t feel like that, yet a sliver of me still cares about her, worries about her. That affection, attraction is still there, taped to my skin. Like ripping off a bandage, it hurts to just let that go and forget. 


When I told her I was done, with this, with everything, I didn’t think she would go out and do it on her own, actually find another Druid to make her that damn potion. Well, that says a lot about her, doesn’t it? She really just needed the potion, and that’s it. 


“Has she already left?” I ask, crossing my arms. “Did she use the potion?” 


“I said ‘went’. Did you fall asleep during grammar lessons? ‘Went’ is past tense.” Riley huffs. “But for realzies, though, we don’t know. She left the hideout about two hours ago.” 


Chapter 34: Only I Can