I Am The Messenger Novels & Stories

As night fell, I received a text message from the CEO: [Rex, may I have a word with you? I smiled slightly and replied: [I'm all ears.]

And as the last note faded, I lowered my head, the double moons pressing over me like a crown. I was no longer just breeder Mira. I was the Messenger of the Moon… and there would be no turning back for me.

He had delivered us. The world narrowed to the messenger’s face, that slow, vile smile a brand of ultimate betrayal. The sounds of the clearing—Elisse’s whimpers, Borin’s sharp orders, the moans of the wounded—faded into a dull roar. Rage, cold and absolute, flooded my veins, burning away the last vestiges of shock. “Him,” I said, my voice a low, deadly thing I barely recognized. I pointed a trembling finger at the messenger. “Seize him.”

“H-Hello? Miss C-Cassia,” Amir greeted with a forced smile. Amir couldn’t help but curse himself inwardly. He never thought he’d cross paths again with the woman he once spent time with in the past. “Are you okay, Amir?” Sofia asked, her brows furrowed. Sofia assumed Amir was merely shy around Cassia, given her strong and commanding aura. Her hand remained entwined around the muscular arm of her boyfriend. She turned her gaze behind her when she suddenly heard the familiar baritone voice of a man.

“Mom, I am not a child anymore. I am going to be the next alpha, and you have to start treating me like that!” The Luna opened her mouth to reprimand her, but the frantic pounding of feet on the floor distracted her. The footsteps grew louder, their rhythm heavy with urgency, closing in on them, and the Luna stood up. The messenger burst into view and stood in front of her leader, her body hunched forward as she tried to catch her breath. Yet, despite her exhaustion, she knew she had to pass on her message. “They are here!” She yelled in one breath. And that was the only thing the Luna needed to hear before she grabbed hold of the startled Ariel.

“Is there something else you want to tell me?” Brayden inquired as the messenger didn’t leave his presence just yet. “None, alpha.” “Get lost then.” The poor messenger nodded and got out of the main hall. He’s actually a member of the opposite pack, one of the nobodies. Because of that reason, he’s the best option for the alpha to use as his eye. No one suspects a nobody, let it be noticed even. It was an advantage, or at least for now.

(eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.” Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of My Perfect Mess. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* He has done it again. As if the first two times were not enough, I am once again shattered. Why do I believe him every time? Why do I believe him when he says he won't do it again! “Becca, please wait. It's not what you think. Let me explain.” “What is there to explain, Matt.”

and I was sure we were safe. "So, you're 'the boy'," he told me, still smiling and continued, "Welcome aboard, man." I nodded and told him, "Thank you. What about you? What's your code name?" He replied simply: "I am 'the messenger'. Practical and easy to remember," I nodded again and muttered, "Maybe they're not that creative with their codenames." The messenger laughed and then said to me, "No, definitely not at all." "So, I've been waiting for you for two days. Despite our urgency no one believed you would come back to us so quickly," the messenger told me in awe.

In my mind, I thought about running away immediately or at least informing Calend that I might be in danger. While I was still standing in front of the door, the man briefly looked behind him. With a subtle but clear hand gesture, he signaled to several people who were near their car. Before long, a few more people exited the car, each carrying an elegantly wrapped gift box. I stared in bewilderment and slight surprise at the many gift boxes that were brought. The man in front of me, who seemed to be the leader of this group, cleared his throat quietly before speaking, "Miss Noella, I am the messenger of Lady Isabella."

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