Guests Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

She was curious to know what was going on, after sending her troops inside, she went to meet with the guest. “Who are you and who have you come to see?” She asked him. “I am messenger Stanley, from the silver pack, I come bearing a message for alpha Walden of the night shadow pack.” “And who is this message from?” “It’s from the silver pack’s alpha Damian ma’am.” She held out her hand, “give it to me.” The messenger shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t do that ma’am; I am supposed to give this letter to alpha Walden by hand.”

Madison stayed nearby to monitor her. As more guests arrived, Madison greeted them briefly. The moonlight altar outside was ready, adorned with fine incense and candles. The costs were shared among attendees. After their meal, the priests joined the gathering. Everyone rose to greet them. Mrs. Watson smiled and said, "It's a privilege to see Priest Abram and the other priests again this year." Priest Abram, in his eighties but appearing decades younger, wore a priestly cloak with moon patterns. He greeted the guests warmly.

A cool voice suddenly rang, "No. I will bring Mirth to the Aetherian Creed. We don't need anyone else to teach her." A beautiful but cold woman showed up. The entire place seemed to light up from her ethereal presence. "Muse! You're home!" Marth smiled. Mirth looked down nervously, "Hello, M-Muse." "I just passed by and heard something about an esteemed guest. I'm also thinking of taking Mirth away," she said coolly. She considered Logan. "Who are you? Whose disciple? I know all seven Noble Orders. You look young yet powerful, so I should have seen you before. Why don't you ring any bells?"

Trusting Neeve, because he’d never steered us girls wrong, I flicked my hair over my shoulder and popped my hip out. “Alright, fine. After this I’m heading home. I’ve got a bubble bath waiting with my name on it.” “Atta girl! Get out there and make that money.” He snapped his stubby fingers together. “Top up on that scent-blocker first, though.” Mystic’s Gentleman’s Club was located just outside the boundary line of the Falling Star Pack. This meant we had a mixture of both human and wolf clients. Of course, it was damn near impossible to tell the difference between the two when everyone was wearing scent-blocker, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

The reset worked. At least, on the surface. Correspondence slowed. Visitors adapted to observation rather than participation. Review cycles shortened without vanishing. The charcoal wall grew quieter, but not empty. Silver Creek exhaled. And then, The messenger arrived. He came at midday, dust-covered, breath short from running hard through the southern ridge. He did not carry parchment. He carried urgency. “They’re invoking your name,” he said before even fully crossing the clearing. The circle stilled.

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

My mating ceremony with Chris kept getting interrupted, one reason after another. The first time, his adopted sister Lucy threw him a bachelor party. He drank too much and missed our slot. The second time, right before we set out, Lucy twisted her ankle. Chris took her to the hospital and missed it again. The third time, we were already standing at the vow platform when Lucy cried until she fainted below. Once again, Chris left me standing there. The fourth time, the fifth time... Lucy, every single time. "Hurry up, Sheila! This is the eighth time! There are only fifteen minutes left to receive the Moon Goddess's blessing. If you miss it again, the Moon Goddess will take it as proof the

m already. I tapped on the message. It was from Evie. “Grand Elder Malakai is back, Mistress.” Oh. I withdrew my left hand from the door handle and typed away. “Since our grand elder is back, have him meet me at the mansion, privately. Also, send a message to Advisor Gus. Inform him that I am back.” I sent the message, then turned off the phone, and left the door. I entered the elevator and tapped on the underground floor—a way to the laboratory.

Cassia replied cheerfully. Cassia immediately called a waiter to let him know they’d start eating and to spare them the trouble of lining up at the buffet table. Meanwhile, Asher was busy chatting with his two friends at the bar area of the venue. He had specifically requested Sofia to set up a bar area, even for a gender reveal party. “Dude, you don’t seem happy today. I know you wanted a boy, but look—you’re having a little princess,” Lucius teased. “I know exactly why our friend here is in a bad mood. Uncle Armando and Aunt Larissa are here,” Loki added with a grin.

Leila found a sign pointing to Schtaubersstrasser and followed it. Number 104 was an imposing old house, wooden beams sagging under its age. The Grossman Center next door, though, looked shiny and new, a stark contrast to the old estate. An information board outside announced that the center hosted a conference on mystical artifacts, one of the speakers caught Leila’s attention: a lecture by Prof. Eduard Yellen — E.Y. “Of course,” she muttered under her breath. “E.Y.” “Talking to yourself?” a sharp voice interrupted her thoughts. Leila spun around to see a woman in her forties, wearing a navy coat and mirrored sunglasses.