I Am The Messenger Novels & Stories

> GABRIEL _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He was carrying a judgment he did not believe in. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" That was the specific fact of it, stripped of every comfortable framework he had tried to apply to it since the decree. He was a messenger. His entire function was the accurate transmission of communications from their source to their destination. He had understood that function as sacred, as the specific form his service took, as the thing that made him what he was. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He had never carried a message he thought was wrong before. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I swallowed. “That doesn't make me weak.” “No?” “No.” I stepped closer. “It gives me something worth fighting for.” The messenger's expression hardened. “You have until sunset.” He turned to leave. “Wait.” He stopped. “Where is Kael?” The messenger looked over his shoulder. “Where he belongs.” My voice dropped. “Tell Magnus something.” He waited. “If he thinks taking Kael will make me kneel, he doesn't know me at all.” The messenger smiled. Then he walked away.

“That's outrageous of you to keep lying over and all over again, Carl. Tell us, Carl. Who was this messenger you sent to deliver the letter? Where is he now? Let us question him ourselves.” I cursed inwardly. 'There had been a messenger, yes. That's me and my message bird, Sui.' *You’re trapped,* Cal muttered. *Get ready to fight or let out the truth.* “I fail to understand your words, my elders. I know of no messenger,” I said to them. The frown deepened on everyone's faces. “A messenger delivering correspondence from our alpha, and you didn’t think to question him?” That did it all. I couldn't keep calm any longer.

The intuitive to battle them off is strongly, but I hold back; this might be my one chance to turn the tide of this battle, and I can’t blow it presently, particularly if they aren’t around to murder me outright. “You ought to not be here, mortal,” one of the blessed messengers says, his voice booming over the purge field.

he said firmly, turning toward the door with a sense of urgency. But I followed. At the gate, a small group of guards gathered around a mysterious stranger...a rogue messenger, with torn clothes and his hands tied. He smelled of smoke and blood. When he looked up, his eyes met mine...they were wild and feverish, full of intensity. Damon stepped in front of me instantly, his Alpha aura filling the air like thunder. “Who sent you?” The messenger’s voice was hoarse, broken. “I bring a message… from Alpha Zac RedMoon.”

I replied. *You cannot stop that,* she continued. *But you can choose what parts of you are real.* I paused. “And what parts are myth?” *Exactly.* The first direct provocation came on the fifth day. A messenger arrived just before dusk—alone, unarmed, his scent sharp with anxiety. He didn’t cross fully into Stone Hollow territory, stopping precisely at the boundary marker. “I bring a message,” he said formally. Rowan stepped forward. “From whom?” “From the coalition,” the messenger replied, eyes flicking briefly toward me.

He paused for a bit before adding, "I don't have any other intentions. It's just that you're pregnant. You can call me if you need anything." Standing in the morning light and looking at him, I suddenly realized that not everyone in this world was a bad person after all.

The man swallowed hard, his smugness faltering, barely holding on to his composure, "I know you need me to deliver a letter to Ivone in Nyxoria." “I’m not writing any letter,” Triston continued, voice low and deadly calm. The messenger frowned slightly, "But I need to... I cannot stay..." "You’ll go back when I say, not when you think it’s convenient." Triston growled, "You’ll breathe because I allow it, and when I’m done using you, don’t count on mercy.” The messenger stiffened but said nothing. Triston’s gaze was molten steel. “You’re a pawn in a game far larger than you realize. Remember that.”

“When you deliver this message, you will not tell Lucas De’ Clan that I gave it to you; you will tell him that you received it from the supreme council messenger Dillion, you will state that the council summons him. And after you deliver this message, you will never tell a soul about your encounter with me.” “When I deliver this message, I will not tell Lucas De’ Clan that you gave it to me; I will tell him that I received it from the supreme council messenger Dillion, I will state that the council summons him. And after I deliver this message, I will never tell a soul about my encounter with you.” “Good, you may go ahead now. And thank you gamma Kiron, you’ve been of so much help to me toda

“Formally.” The messenger’s eyes flicked to him briefly, then back to me. “They request your presence.” “I do not accept requests,” I said evenly. A flicker of tension crossed the messenger’s face. “This is not optional.” The hum rose. Low. Warning. Kaden stepped forward, power rolling off him in controlled waves. “You are standing on ground that does not belong to you.” The messenger swallowed. “I am aware.” I took a step forward, ignoring the way my body protested. “You will tell the council something for me.”