My life is always changing. I’m very indecisive about
thigs. I may want to look a certain way then all of a sudden be someone
different. Ideas are always flowing in my mind constantly each, and every day.
Being an author I have this ability to jot down all of my ideas, and tell all
of the stories that are stuck in my head. I feel limitless, and there’s a sense
of losing myself in a world that I’ve created. It’s mind blowing when you think
about it. Creating a world just from words? It’s pretty insane. At least I can
say it calms me down. I’m no longer as indecisive as I thought I was. I have my
laptop, notebooks and my ideas. People can read my stories and to experience my
indecisiveness within my words, or to become emotionally attached to my
different characters…That’s what I think inspired me to be an author.
Do you have a specific writing style?
I love telling stories in first person although I’m
trying to tell more stories in third. The reason why I love first person so
much is because of the powerful emotional affect it can cause. When I’m reading
a first person story I feel like I’m the main character and it’s my story, I
love that. I hate writing outlines because I’m not organized what so ever, so
my style is pretty laid back and easygoing with the flow.
Do you write in different genres?
I love writing Urban Fantasy, Fantasy, Dystopian,
Paranormal and I’m starting to enjoy Mystery/Thrillers!
If yes which is your favorite genre to write?
Oh! This is so hard, if I had to only pick one. I would
most definitely pick…Urban Fantasy.
How did you come up with the title for your latest
book?
I wanted my readers to feel like what they’re
going to get involved with is mysterious but magical. Some of my characters are
mysterious, there’s a pinch of mystery about each one of them. Of course I have
magical creatures as well in my story, and so I came up with Mystical.
Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s
complete?
For Mystical I was listening to Tinashe’s
Come When I Call. It has a very mystical tone I would say. So, I got the name
immediately from listening to her.
Is there a message in your novel that you want
readers to grasp?
Never give up with finding who
you are. Everyone is trying to find themselves. Of course you’re going to face
obstacles in life, but don’t forget who you’re meant to be. If you’re destined
for one thing don’t ignore it and do something you hate!
Do you have a song or playlist (book soundtrack) that
you think represents this book?
Yes, Tinashe’s song
“Come When I Call” really influenced Mystical. It sounds very magical and
mysterious to me.
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
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
Instagram: @AuthorMDWeekly
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Periscope: @MichaelDWeekly
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