Novel & Cerita I Am The Messenger

Arianna called in an hush voice. Instantly, the light in the cave turned on, touches that aligned lit up at the wave Selene hand. That didn't surprise Arianna, but what the fire light revealed made Arianna's stomach dropped to her feet. A bird-like creature, magnificent with a menacing presence stood before her. It wings spread as it let out a loud high pitched screeching sound. "Oh heavens," Arianna couldn't move her feet, her expression awestruck. "What in the world..." "Meet Eryndor. The Ouroboros call it the Messenger. It's centuries old and has been passed down through my bloodline. It won't die until the current master it serves dies."

“I think… that is not a person, not a wolf, not from this realm. It emits its presence so we would acknowledge its arrival. Naturally, he or she is not alive.” My jaw dropped. “Is it someone that came from the undead? How could that be?” “I don’t think that is possible but I remember Jacob told me about this ‘messenger’. His description for that messenger fits the one we saw today.” “It’s looking for Quillon, Aiden! We must warn Seth about this.” Aiden shook his head that made my jaw drops more. What? “The messenger’s power is not complete, Jacob is right. It has no full power of tracking down its objectives. Quillon will be fine. For now.” then he sighed, “I’ll order for their immediate ret

The dreadfully boring messenger replied, “ What I said earlier, was that the Alpha’s summit has been postponed until a later date.” The messenger had mousy brown hair, boringly dull blue eyes, and a face that one wouldn’t look twice at, I couldn’t determine what her body looked like underneath all the baggy clothes she wore, but I bet that it would be dreadfully boring as well. I already knew the reason this particular messenger was sent to me, and it ignited a flame of anger inside of me. Had the messenger been a male, I would have killed him immediately for approaching my territory and if she’d been an attractive female, I would have fucked her raw and then added her to my sex slave collec

I turned to her and gave her the letter the council sent me. “Go through this,” I told her and waited patiently for her to finish. She handed it back to me when she was done. “Did it mention anywhere that I must answer to the courier?” I asked her coldly. “No, it did not,” The Courier answered. “The only time you matter is now, right here in this moment, when I step out of this vehicle, you no longer matter to me or to anyone. Know your place, you are nothing but a messenger, if you had the answers to the problems plaguing the world as we speak, you would not be here. Do not speak to me again.”I let her have it.

a guard walked up to me. “What?” “The messenger to the Volcans is ready to go, do you have anything else to say to him” I stood up and walked out of the house. I took the letter from the shaking messenger. He knew one thing. The Volcans would surely kill him but he still decided to go. Then I got into the car. The guards ran. “ Your highness what are you doing?” “I'm delivering the message myself. Tell that to my father” and then I drove off.

“G-Goddess blessed…” I frown at the hooded messenger, wondering what the hell that means, as he moves his face back to me. “Where did you get this!?” “It’s a him,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “He’s very particular about that.” Anton snarls in agreement. “Regardless –“ the messenger sputters, shaking his head. But before he can continue horns blare, low and ominous, from the direction of the palace. The messenger spins, cursing below his breath, and my stomach tightens with anxiety.

“but destined.” The corrupted luminous curled around his fingers like smoke. Ariadne’s voice hardened. “Identify yourself.” He didn’t look at her. “Names are meaningless,” he murmured. “I am a messenger. A herald. A voice of the one who brought her here.” Alessia’s blood ran cold. Kael pushed her further behind him. “Who sent you?” The assassin’s eye gleamed. “Someone who has watched her across lifetimes.” Alessia’s throat tightened. “Watched… me?”

Lowering his voice, he hissed, “Don’t say anything. Just… let’s pretend I brought it on myself, okay?” Dean wanted to press further, but the look in the messenger’s eyes made him abandon the idea. The messenger took a deep breath and tapped the table, redirecting the conversation back to the matter at hand. “Alright, to sum up: I’ll erase Dean Harrison’s pain and the memories of those three lovers. Does that work?” Dean bit his lip, hesitating as he lowered his head. “I… I need to think about it...” The messenger rolled his eyes, clearly out of patience. “No need to think. It’s settled.” He grabbed a pen from the table, holding it as if ready to sign some kind of contract, and looked up. “No

Betraying the pack? There was no excuse. ‘Is that everything?’ I asked the messenger to give myself a moment. The messenger hesitated and I went still, watching him warily. ‘It is, only… only I had something that I thought I should… that you should know. If you’d allow me to tell you something… personal?’ I tipped my head, curious. ‘Go ahead—what is your name?’ ‘Nathan.’ ‘Go ahead, Nathan.’ The male swallowed like he was nervous, but his scent, while tense, was clear and unwavering. Whatever he was about to say, he believed to his bones.

He slowly carefully obliged my request. “Greetings future alpha, I have come as a messenger.” I bowed formally as it wasn’t that I knew him but more of him through Kellina’s eyes and I prayed he would be as secretive as I needed him to be. He bowed his head to me. “Is this about Kellina, is she okay?”