Guests Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, my lord. Please return quickly. Before that though, you have a few days to say goodbye to your lover." The Messenger gave me a salute and left in a hurry. This black letter was a notice to force me to enter a slumber. I think I understood Kristen's intention to send me this notice. I made too much noise, even if Jaydan and the Lycans helped me clean up the mess in the end. I opened the envelope and carefully read the words inside.

Then at Mason. “It seems we have uninvited guests at the western gates,” Aldric said coldly. “Mason, didn’t you say you came alone?” Mason didn’t flinch. “I’m here as a messenger. What happens at your gates is none of my concern.” Then it happened. An explosion shook the entire courtyard. Dust and stone flew everywhere. Wolves shifted mid-scream. Chaos erupted. Through the smoke, I saw a familiar shadow leap over the northern wall. Fast. Deadly. Impossible to mistake.

His lips thinned instantly as he picked up the intercom. “Madison, respond to the email on my behalf. I will be there at the exact time.” “Yes, sir,” Madison responded from her side of the intercom, heaving a sigh of relief. She was equally expectant to hear a response from the MRAB Group, and this seemed like a pleasant Friday night surprise since the meeting was on Monday morning. As Madison was drafting the response on her computer, a message popped up on her phone. ‘Do you believe in ghosts? Call this number when you get home and don’t ask who.’

She smiled to herself when she breathe the familiar air. {Remember to never do something that could make the Angels out our shackles once more. The gate to our freedom is now opened. I may not be able to personally welcome you to this place as I have already gone deeper into the woods but I would like to tell you all that from this moment, we'll call this continent Mystic Ring.}

Misty frantically dispelled the negative thoughts she was having. Just then, he phone rang. An unknown number sent her a text message. She had a feeling of déjà vu, making her heart tremble as she checked the message. "Do you like my gift?" The message was brief. The familiar sentence made Misty immediately realize who the sender was. Connor Richardson. The man who was both righteous and evil, who instilled fear in people from the bottom of their hearts. Did he do this? Is this the gift he gave her?

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The woman steps up and looks me up and down. “Your Alpha and Luna invited us. “I’m Alpha Mikayla Davis of the Mystic Furs pack, and this is my Beta, Bruno Davis.” I know we were expecting other packs here, but I didn’t know they were coming tonight. I mindlink an Omega, letting them know that we need guest rooms prepared. I cut the mindlink, ready to mindlink Aston, but his voice sounds behind me before I can contact him. “I didn’t know you would be here tonight.”

“Michael thinks he’s playing a game of chess. He doesn’t realize I’ve already moved the board.” I felt a sharp kick from within—a small, defiant thud. “Did you feel that?” I asked. Zander placed his hand over mine, his eyes filling with a fierce, protective light. “I felt it.” “He’s a fighter,” I whispered. “Just like his father.” “And his mother,” Zander added. Late that night, as the estate fell into an uneasy sleep, Marcus’s voice crackled through my private headset. “Chairperson, the courier didn’t go back to the South Tower. He headed for the Metropolitan Hotel. The same place the ‘Gilded Pillar’ servers are hidden.”

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

"Because the scouts just found something. The Council isn't waiting for us to reach the gates. They’ve sent a gift." He tossed a small, black object onto the map table. It was a bird—a crow—but it was made of shadow and bone, its eyes glowing with a sickly, necrotic yellow light. "A Hollow-Messenger," Vincent said, appearing behind Magnus. "It was heading for the Deep Woods. It carries a summons, Emma. Not for you. For the 'Father of the Disgrace'."