Emails Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

Slowly sitting up, she composed herself, adjusting her disheveled hair, a vain attempt to regain a semblance of control. Opening the text message, Maddy found solace in the distraction it provided. Her loosened false eyelashes obscured her view, prompting her to tear them off and place them temporarily on the coffee table. The message, however, brought an unexpected twist to her emotional state. A sender named "Annoying Genius" had crafted a peculiar poem that, in its eccentricity, managed to evoke a faint smile from Maddy.

I clicked on it and saw there was nothing in the message aside from an email. “Echoesofthepast@g***l.com,” I pronounced. “This is a weird mail address,” I said to myself, I went to my mother’s mail app and luckily it was still logged in. I typed the mail address in the search menu and immediately different messages came up which means my mum knows who the person is and they seem to have been texting back to back. My curiosity got the best of me and I couldn’t help but click on it to read the content. I came across one that says. “Meet me at the usual spot by 10 today,”

As she got back, Amir was walking toward her. “There’s a restroom at the back of the hotel?” Amir asked curiously. “Yes, there is. By the way, who were you talking to earlier?” Sofia asked, furrowing her brow. She changed the subject to avoid more questions from him. “Oh, they said they’re relatives of Asher. They own a modeling agency and were trying to recruit me as a model,” Amir said with a laugh. He chuckled because such offers were nothing new to him. People had approached him before, offering jobs as a model or actor.

“Exactly like the wizard. But with better tea.” I blinked at her. “Is this a real place or a theatrical fever dream?” Merlin leaned in and whispered. “Mystique Gore is the kind of town that keeps its secrets wrapped in fresh linen and smiles. You’ll see!” She winked again and skipped down the hall. Okay. Officially unhinged. I chalked her up as “possibly delusional,” but somehow I didn’t toss the cookie. Later, in my room, I opened my encrypted phone and logged the day.

I started scrolling through a travel app, frantically looking for a cheap, sketchy motel nearby—anything that cost under fifty dollars a night and had a working lock on the door. Right then, a bright purple notification banner flashed across my screen from my encrypted chat app. 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘬: 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?

I compose a message to send to the group chat, my fingers swiftly typing the words as I try to steady my thoughts. "Hey, everyone, I’m fine. I’m back at the museum in Millenium Park, looking at a painting that has captivated my mind. I just need some space right now. Everything has just happened at once, and I need time to think. Please don’t worry. I will get back to you soon."

He immediately sent her a location pin, along with two messages: [Be here on time at 8:30.] [Passphrase: Seize the day, drink while you can. I love you every day.] A Messenger name like that, plus a passphrase like that—Rachel’s heart nearly jumped out of her throat. She was a very traditional, serious person. Once she got to the boutique, she might not even be able to say the passphrase out loud! Nervous, Rachel almost thought, Maybe I should just forget it. But she immediately forced the thought down.

I told him that he can still send me a few mails if he needed to my help and he was happy to hear it. I opened my G***l account since I noticed one new message that I received hours ago. The message came from an account called letusallhealunexpectedly@g***l.com and has sent me a message around 3:10AM. I paused when I stared at the time when the message was delivered, it was the same time when the accident happened in my dream. I shake my head sideways and tried to dismiss that weird dream out of my head because it will only give me the creeps. I clicked on the message.

He was a tether to a world that actually cared if she breathed. "I’m heading into the brush for a bit. Won't be able to reach you until seven," he messaged around four—the hour the elite packs gathered for combat drills. "But I sent a gift. Open your scrolls." She pulled up her mail on the battered tablet she’d salvaged from the Academy’s scrap heap. There it was, a new message from SinceYouDontKnowMe@lycanmail.com. She snorted. The man had a flair for the dramatic. Dear Emily,