707 Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

"This is such an honor!" "You're more powerful now. Don't let it cloud your judgment," Len warned me. "It won't, I have some pretty cool people to keep me grounded," I looked around the room at each of the elders, Ally, Erys and last Lucifer. He wasn't paying attention but oh well. "Any idea what else made the crystal choose me?" "Crystalis," Salax yawned. Who was Crystalis? "Your power attracted me to you. When you found and returned me, I knew you were the one." A disembodied voice replied. Seconds later, the apparition of a purple haired, silver eyed, pale girl appeared before me.

She glanced at the Prince who was staring at her with disdain. “Your highness, I am Misha, the high-ranking messenger sent by Minister Hazper to bring the note to the Royal Cavalry Captain. While I was taking the route of Madin, there was an ambush. The Viraiz Savages raided your lowly servant. They took all that I had including the Royal Note. Your servant was helpless at the barren land of Madin. But the Mercenary, whose name is Marsden has helped your servant. I had only gained my consciousness yesterday, and it was late for me to bring the news to the Royal Cavalry Captain.”

"Who sent you?" "I don't know," the messenger replied honestly, her teeth clicking together from the cold. "A lady met me in a parking garage off Route 9, upstate, in the middle of the storm. She was wearing a heavy dark coat with a hood pulled so low I couldn't see her face. She didn't give a name. She just handed me the envelope, a stack of hundred dollar bills, and this address. She told me to tell you that this was your only shield."

he said firmly, turning toward the door with a sense of urgency. But I followed. At the gate, a small group of guards gathered around a mysterious stranger...a rogue messenger, with torn clothes and his hands tied. He smelled of smoke and blood. When he looked up, his eyes met mine...they were wild and feverish, full of intensity. Damon stepped in front of me instantly, his Alpha aura filling the air like thunder. “Who sent you?” The messenger’s voice was hoarse, broken. “I bring a message… from Alpha Zac RedMoon.”

I ask before bringing the mug to my lips again. Mystica’s eyes meet mine, and she smiles, shaking her head. “No, you’re not dead.” “Then why can I see you, and drink this tea, and feel the heat from your fire?” “Because I was sent by the Goddess to try to guide the three of you, and I am doing my best.” She mumbles the last few words with a hint of annoyance before tapping a large wooden spoon on the side of the pot. “Your mate should be here very soon, I believe.”

Gaston, one of the generals of the pack and a close friend of Beta Alfredo, commented as they prepared to head to the village quickly. Beta Alfredo remained expressionless, only carrying a cold aura as they walked. Just then, a servant appeared. He glanced around before uttering in a low voice, “Beta Alfredo, the messenger wishes to speak with you.” Before Naya and her team left, Beta Alfredo secretly assigned a person in the pack who would act as his messenger. That person had been reporting to him everything that happened with the Midnight Seven in the mainland. Gaston, equally aware of everything that involved the Midnight Seven, asked out of curiosity, “Didn’t he give a report just a few

We also visited Rogers pack and had a meeting with all the pack members, I introduced myself and explained my visions and thankfully no one doubted or was wary or suspicious of me and they all listened and worked hand in hand to prepare just in case things go South for the pack still, I even sent thirty of my own warriors to aide them and stay there until we give the okay for them to return to our pack, I packed the serum and brought them along with us, January has been a bundle of nerves since yesterday but I’m keeping close to her. I am hoping that no one at the retreat would know that I am a Mystic and create any unnecessary problems for us there or start a whole kidnapping plot because I

"Have you got me a present?" "Of course, would you like it tonight?" He teases, his hands tightening around my waist gently. I nod enthusiastically my eyes turning darker as I take in the cheeky sparkle in his blue eyes. "Look up Muffin," he grins, pointing towards the ceiling. I follow his hand and laugh heartily as my eyes land on a piece of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling directly above us. "Who put that there?" I giggle and Jake shrugs before dipping me down, his hand resting behind my back. I squeal loudly and look at him with pure love and adoration in my eyes.

"There's no other explanation, Alpha." "Then she must have received a message." Messengers were entities moved entirely by money or favours. They could embody an unspecified figure, shape or form as long as humanly possible and similar to their original bodies. When paid enough, they delivered messages to a requested receiver. Mortals usually could not withstand the after-effects of such an encounter doused in a well of magic and inevitably fell into deep slumbers. "Very fairly she must have, Alpha." "Why a messenger?" I rub a thumb over her tender flesh, watching her hairs stand to kiss the swirling print on my finger. "They supposedly have been phased out. What man still uses their service

He didn’t need to be asked to understand what was required of him. “He will deliver the message,” Bari said simply, offering what was needed without prying further. Mira quickly pulled out a quill and scroll from her backpack and scribbled a note for the others. It was simple… informing them that they were on their way and asking them if they knew where to obtain Silver Siphon. If they did, to prepare some. She rolled the scroll and handed it to the messenger without sealing it. She trusted them, and this was her way of showing it.