I Am The Messenger Novels & Stories

I said glaring at the messengers " one week!" "We sure will Darcy." The man among the three that hadn't spoken said. Darcy? "It's Luna Darcy." I said correcting him. He only nodded. "You may take your leave now." I said moving towards the door only to bump into the final messenger that spoke as he was about to go out the same time as I was. Immediately, I bumped into him, I saw an environment full of smoke and death. It was so real that I could perceive the odor of burning flesh in the atmosphere.

"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

With a slight smirk at the corner of its mouth, it said, "Young man, you have finally arrived. I've been expecting you for a long time." Wilbur looked at the figure and frowned, saying, "Who are you? Do we know each other?" The shadowy figure's smirk widened slightly. "You are the destined one of the Child of Light, and I am the Light Messenger. It was inevitable that we would meet." "Light Messenger?"

I don't want rumours being created about how Trevor did this and did that to me. The next text message is from an unknown number. My heart speeds up as my mind wonders to the night where I received the call from the person claiming to be my dead father. Since then, I've had no other calls but the thought of it still causes an uneasy feeling to settle inside my stomach. I breathe in sharply, composing myself before my eyes scan over the text — Are you ok? -J. I bite my lower lip as I try to figure out who's texting me. It takes me a while to realise but eventually, I get it. J is obviously Jake.

“Hell I do. Maybe you look a little like . . . but no. Fuck no. I don’t care what you say, you’re NOT him.” The boy shrugged, as if his disbelief meant nothing. “But I AM a messenger, here to remind you of things. Important things.” Suddenly, the situation was too bizarre for Gavin to swallow anymore: an empty diner on an empty highway, a book that couldn’t be here, this boy (who couldn’t be who he looked like, couldn’t be) glaring at him like he was the child, those voices lingering at the edge of his mind . . . mene, mene tekel, upharsin

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

"Who are you?" Lumina's voice was a melodic whisper, carrying an unmistakable air of divine presence. "I am Lumina, a messenger of light and love," she replied, her voice soothing like a gentle breeze. "I have heard the echoes of your solitude, Rita, and I have come to guide you on a path of spiritual awakening."

Now, there's only silence. Through the screen, the me from eight years ago saw everything. Her face turned instantly pale. Her lips trembled, unable to form words. "No... no..." The Moonwater Mirror went dead black. Numb, I looked down, pulled out my phone, and sent a single text to my brother—the one I hadn't seen in years. "Merry Winter Solstice, Leo. Hope you're doing well." The she-wolf giggled, victorious. Her hand slid boldly down his chiseled abs.

"You should get yourself checked soon. She's known for a long time–she infected you on purpose." "She told me this was how she would prove her loyalty. The livestream? She agreed to it. It's all to destroy you." "After that, the three of us can move to another city and start over. But what about you?" "You have no money. You're not young anymore. And now you've got her disease." "Hunter, you're a complete joke." While Hunter had been with that woman, she–under my instruction–had been feeding him small doses of something that damaged the nervous system.

They had already arrived. The messenger stood beside Marcus. He was tall, gaunt, his skin the color of ash. His eyes were the same honey gold as Lysander’s, and when he looked at me, I felt the weight of something ancient and cold. The girl, he said. So the rumors are true. I stopped ten feet from him. My chin was high. My hands were steady. I had faced rogues in the forest. I had faced Theron’s cruelty and Cassian’s walls. I would not be afraid of a messenger.