Jaehee Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

She was rummaging for something on her desk until she showed us a piece of paper. "What's that?" I asked. "It's a map. I know it doesn't look that much but it can still help us find our way to Newhallow Mountain, where Taewe, the Village of Mystic is located." I've heard about this village. What Nereza said was true, Taewe is known as the Village of Mystic. The people who live there are mostly enchanted beings like elves and witches. But not all lands in Aldemore have a Mystic Village. I have heard that only five territories are lucky enough to have a village like Taewe.

Confused, she decided to him. “But I can take you there. I can help you,” he stated, finally looking at her. “My name is Kenshi.” “Mizuko. I’m not from here so I will need help. I am tasked with an important message from somebody. I’m sure you will get compensated if you come along.” But all in Mizuko’s head was her to deliver the message to a mage at Hikari. The woman’s voice said that she will know when she finds the mage. Then she will be returned home and away from this craziness she only sees in movies.

Samantha Glory, the mid-level second-stage Holy Land Realm cultivator, was a Blue Feather Sect core disciple. Blue Feather Sect had more than 100,000 disciples, while core disciples were only slightly over 100. Hence, Samantha's realm could be said to be the upper echelon of Blue Feather Sect disciples. However, what was more famous was her identity — the head of Valdis' Four Messenger, the Messenger of Water.

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

"Hey wait up” I yell at my best friend Annabelle Haul. She’s a tall 5’9” beauty. She has long red hair that stops just below her bottom. She perfect in every way and she isn’t afraid to show anyone what they get when they mess with her or me for that matter. Who am I?!? My name is Tiffany Tow I’m the daughter to Calvin Tow the bata of Blue Moon Pack. I’m an omega or at least that’s what my wolf and I want everyone to think. You see I’m a very special she-wolf but we will get to that later.

The rumors spread wildly, reaching my sister Alice's ears at the healing center. Alice took her own life. When the caretaker's call came through, Alice was already drawing her final breaths. I knelt on the ground, frantically begging the healers to let me out to see Alice one last time. But the healers told me helplessly that without Marcus's permission, no one was allowed to let me out. Seeing the desperate plea in my eyes, one doctor took pity and offered to let me call Marcus directly. If he agreed, they would escort me to the healing center immediately.

"You don't need to know who. In the Everglades, some secrets are better left buried. What matters is that I can fix it." ​Eve sighed in relief. "Will you help me?" ​"I will," Evena replied. "I can brew a counter potion that will strip the magic from his mind. But the delivery is specific, you must get him to drink this, and then you must kiss him. The magic was anchored through his senses, it must be broken the same way." ​Eve nodded, memorizing his instructions. "How much do I owe you for this? I don't have much with me."

Leila found a sign pointing to Schtaubersstrasser and followed it. Number 104 was an imposing old house, wooden beams sagging under its age. The Grossman Center next door, though, looked shiny and new, a stark contrast to the old estate. An information board outside announced that the center hosted a conference on mystical artifacts, one of the speakers caught Leila’s attention: a lecture by Prof. Eduard Yellen — E.Y. “Of course,” she muttered under her breath. “E.Y.” “Talking to yourself?” a sharp voice interrupted her thoughts. Leila spun around to see a woman in her forties, wearing a navy coat and mirrored sunglasses.

How could she recognize him? The woman covered her face with a smile and replied, "I'm Cherise Yankov, a senior Mystic Elixir apprentice. May I inquire about the purpose of your visit, Mr. Adrian?"