Jaehee Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

Philip frowned and looked at Fennel beside him. Fennel shook his head to indicate that he was unaware of this. He said, “I haven’t heard of this. Few people know about Mystic City in the first place. Unless they have cooperation with Mystic City, I think most people wouldn’t even know that this place exists.” Philip thought for a while, looked at Ludo, and asked, “Are these things also related to the treasure of the ancient sage that’s about to appear?” Ludo said lightly, “The treasure of the ancient sage comes from Mystic Cave. Now that Mystic Cave has been sealed off by the three Dragon Kings, no one can enter unless they get their entry token.”

I sneak from the backrest as he opens the door for a messenger, a paper is stretched forth to him. "It's for the Moon Priestess, Dandeline. It has been approved that she's not guilty of any illegal actions. She can unlock her spellbook if she'll attend the moon servants' assembly tomorrow." I sprint toward them. "Thank—" I hit my hips to Hessuel's hips and said, "Thank you very much!" The messenger left right away. I close the door and pick Hessuel from the floor to hug him! He's still weak 'tho. "I can finally use my magic again!"

"A prime version. The original from which all others are created." Hours seemed to pass as they searched. Books flew open, scrolls unrolled themselves, artifacts hummed with potential knowledge. Isla found herself moving with an instinct she didn't fully understand—reaching for certain volumes, sensing which might hold the key. It was Ken who finally found the crucial piece of information. A small, leather-bound journal tucked behind a series of massive tomes. "Here," he said, his finger tracing a passage. "The Mystic's power comes from a central nexus point—a core essence that anchors all the duplicates."

"Fuck!" Shocked as she is, Yngrid almost drop the key she's holding when it dawned on her who the message was from. Last time she got a message from the sender is when she came back from her tour in Paris. Suddenly her hand shook. The message is a red rose with a K.S initials on it. A bunch of sweat condensed on her forehead when she suddenly felt hot. It's like a sudden rise in temperature unexpectedly sorrounds her. There is no warning and it just happens. She's close to having cold.

pride that was now being eaten away by fear. "The Architects... they don't lose, Ethan," Julian wheezed as Ethan stepped into the shed. "You think a blackout stops them? New Geneva is a 'City of Stone.' We are just the mortar. If I don't check in by sunrise, the 'Third Messenger' arrives. And she doesn't carry a folder. She carries a 'De-Materialization Order.'" Ethan grabbed a pair of rusted garden shears, slamming them into the wooden workbench inches from Julian’s hand. "Who is the Third Messenger, Julian? Is it Sophia Grant? My own assistant? Is that how you’ve been 'auditing' my private life?"

“Exactly like the wizard. But with better tea.” I blinked at her. “Is this a real place or a theatrical fever dream?” Merlin leaned in and whispered. “Mystique Gore is the kind of town that keeps its secrets wrapped in fresh linen and smiles. You’ll see!” She winked again and skipped down the hall. Okay. Officially unhinged. I chalked her up as “possibly delusional,” but somehow I didn’t toss the cookie. Later, in my room, I opened my encrypted phone and logged the day.