I Am The Messenger Novels & Stories

“Greetings Luna Olivia of the blood moon pack.” “Greeting,” I replied, raising a brow at him. He stood up and I didn’t recognize him. “May I know who you are?” “I am a faithful messenger of my master, he had sent me to deliver a message to you, Luna Olivia,” He replied. I nodded, still scanning him and then I gestured to the benches by the side. “Come sit,” I said and headed towards the seats. I got there, sat down, but he only stood by the side. “Sit,” I repeated.

He opened one eye, smirked. “You’re late,” he said casually. I hissed, turning to Ronan instead, ignoring the bastard for a moment before I did something I’d regret. “Where is the messenger?” I demanded, jaw clenched. Ronan let out a long exhale and lowered his voice. “Alpha Ryn sent in Kairo. He’s the messenger.” I chuckled bitterly, a hollow sound that echoed through the council hall. My fists tightened at my sides. “A very cruel life we live. Is this some kind of sick joke? Has it come to this?”

The guard sits in front while the fake medic stays behind with me. The car pulls away from the prison, and I don’t look back. --- We drive for what feels like hours. The man up front doesn’t speak, and I don’t force conversation. My mind is racing with possibilities. Who the hell is this guy? Why help me? I lean forward. “Who are you?” The man keeps his eyes on the road. “You should keep your questions for the right person to answer. I’m a messenger.” I let out a short laugh. “A messenger? I see.”

The South would be helpless without me, so I couldn't let it happen. I closed my eyes for a brief second and was immediately drawn into a trance. I hissed, shaking my head as I was back in the usual dark spot. “So, what do you want this time?” I asked. “Just to tell you that this would be one of the very last times I'd reach out to you again. I'm getting tired.” The messenger said, showing up out of the blue. “That sounds like good news to me.” I shrugged. “It's not. Trust me.” She hissed. “But then, in the grand scheme of things , who am I?”

Cassandra couldn't believe Zahn remembers her name as well as her address. "Oh, fuck. I was so scared!" Yells Cassandra to Zayn. They hug each other tightly. "Shush... I know you were scared. I was too." He assures her. "Well... I read the letter and I couldn't understand a bit of it. Did you?" "I did and it says it's a messenger. We are somehow messengers again. We have to prevent them from dying at the times mentioned." "Do you remember it? All the timelines?" "No, but I have the letter with me." Cassandra pushes her eyebrows together.

Because this empire destroyed everything it touched eventually. Everyone paid. Everyone bled. “I need time,” I said finally. The messenger gave a nervous smile. “Don’t take too long. Isabella is losing patience. And she doesn’t like loose ends.” I stared at the messenger for another long second before stepping closer. “If I even suspect this is a setup,” I said quietly, “I’ll put a bullet through your throat myself.” His smile disappeared immediately. “Understood.” I turned and left before he could say anything else.

The sound was deafening and beautiful and it wrapped around me like a promise of belonging. Luna Sheila reached for the first crown and I held my breath. This was really happening. After everything we had been through we were finally going to lead together. A commotion at the edge of the clearing interrupted the moment. A messenger pushed through the crowd and his face was pale with panic and exhaustion. "Luna Sheila," he gasped out. "Forgive the interruption but this cannot wait." "What is it?" Luna Sheila's expression hardened. "What has happened?" The messenger turned to look directly at me and dread pooled in my stomach.

By the time dawn came, there was nothing left of the territory. Homes reduced to ash. Ground soaked in blood. Silence where life once thrived. The pack was gone. Destroyed from within. Miles away, a single messenger rode hard. Through forests. Across borders. Carrying only one purpose. The message. When he reached Alpha Kieran’s territory, he did not stop. He was allowed through immediately. His condition alone spoke of urgency. Kieran met him before he could even be announced. “What is it?” The messenger dropped to one knee, breath unsteady.

Adrian told him. "If you insist." The prisoner said. She could hear the sarcasm in his voice. "My name is Marcus." Adrian was about to write something when he paused. Why? Did he know of him? He looked up from the notebook in his hand. "That is a good name." He said. "Messenger of God." "It is and I have a message for you. You will die soon." "And I am guessing you will kill me." "Good guess." The prisoner said.

She could sense the anger that was brewing within me and knew best not to speak. "Nathan," I muttered as I turned to Ryder's messenger, a small smile forming on my face. I picked up the scroll and walked over to him. "You deliver messages, don't you?" The messenger, his stoic expression now breaking, a look of fear seeping in slowly nodded. "Yes?" he muttered as he narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on me as I approached him. "But I only deliver messages given to me by the Lycan King." I chuckled lowly as I stopped a few feet from where he stood. Lifting the scroll to his face, I said, "well, I guess today will bring about a change, hmm?"