Novel & Cerita Guests Mystic Messenger

The message didn’t just appear; it pulsed like an invitation to spectacle: GUEST ARRIVAL, GREG DUROJAIYE, 09:12. Maya, the receptionist, hadn’t meant for the notice to sing like that. She’d typed it in the system as a courtesy, but the sentence had slipped wry and small into the auto-broadcast: “Heads up: The dragon is in the building.” She’d hit enter and bit her lip, then watched the text ricochet across a hundred screens. By the time Greg reached the elevator, half the office had seen it.

"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

After a moment, the two arrived at a mountain peak. The summit of this mountain had a flat platform as if its peak had been deliberately leveled. On top of the mountain stood an ancient and elegant pavilion, and the plaque of the pavilion bore two large words: Hawk Pavilion. Cherise led Adrian into the pavilion and said to him, "Mr. Adrian, there are rules within Mystic Elixir. Those who haven't been invited here by an elder aren't allowed to step inside. Please rest for a while here in this pavilion, where all guests are welcome. I'll go find Mistress Callista."

“Great Burglar” Sabby's POV, So here I am trying to call my best friend slash sister, Alaister. I was outside our house, and it was almost 2 am. Unfortunately, when I ran away from our home, I accidentally left my spare keys. "Yes! Finally, you answered it!" I exclaimed when Alaister answered my call. "Where are you, Aeshe? Are you outside of our house again?" She said with sarcasm. "Good thing you figured it out, please open the door for me," I said as I slapped my face. Geez, the mosquitoes are killing me!

"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.

Ebony was too focused on rushing out the truck and almost talking Elisha in a hug. “We meet again brat.” Elisha says with a slight smile before returning the hug. “So it seems Ass.” Ebony replies, breaking away from him. “So as you see we have someone new here, he is just undercover with us but I hope you all make him feel comfortable.” Elisha starts then looks at the bald guy, “ Mind introducing yourself.” “ Hi everyone I am Guardian, Implementer, Hearder Greg Dalantes of the Mystical order of the Omniscient. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The Bald guy announced

“Please Alpha,” “If anything goes out of line, I can’t assure you that I won’t act.” He replied calmly and I nodded. Hopefully, nothing went out of line. I exhaled deeply as I pushed the wooden door open only to be welcomed with the familiar scent of booze. One would think this place was a beer parlor but in fact, this was a gathering place for all species. It was a shop for all kinds of artifacts, weapons, grimoires, potions and of course, ingredients. Their gazes fell on us and some of the people there who knew me simply gave knowing gazes.

The first person to receive an invitation was Mason. Since the invite was sent by express mail, Madison mailed it to Gulsberg two days in advance. Mason was puzzled when he got a call from the courier. Had his wife bought something online again? But why would she use his number? Could it be… She bought a Hermès bag and chose to pay by cash-on-delivery? "You troublesome woman!" he muttered. Audrey Norman, Madison's mom, was burning a moxa stick for moxibustion therapy. She looked at him in confusion. Was Mason going crazy?

the messenger replied smoothly. “Continue,” Misha commanded, now sitting forward. “That – Successor…this is gossip from tired wolves who were lazing about outside a closed gate,” the runner remarked firmly. The two leaders of Bloodrayne remained silent. The messenger swallowed again. He raised his head slightly to gaze at his masters with hooded eyes. This messenger was the Head of the runners. After what had happened to his man the night before, all the others had been reluctant to deliver any more news from Lightmoon.

Who was assigned to do it directly? "We should have burnt some incense before leaving the quarter as a sweet savour to the moon goddess, to grant us favour before her," another one cried out. 'Well, sorry to burst your bubbles, but it's sunny already, and your moon goddess should be deep asleep to grant your wishes,' I said within me as I mentally rolled my eyes in exasperation. Just then a loud trumpet-like voice echoed in the space. "The future Luna is arriving," the voice announced. At that moment, I said to them, "Let's go before we get into trouble." I was tired of their frantic dramas at the same time; I didn't want to get into any form of trouble with anyone anymore.