Jumin Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

I was flogged a hundred times for making a laughingstock out of the future king. He has all the say in the palace, so I knew better than to cross him. Anyway, that was all the thing of a past now. I just have to wait a few more months and I will finally be able to spread my wings! My life-long dream of becoming the member of the Mystic Muses was about to reach fruition. Mystic Muses was a sect mostly comprised of female descendants of another minor deity, Lilith. They followed her ways and in order to honor her name, they only accepted maiden with the highest honor. In layman's term, only virgins were allowed.

He raised his hand and the weapon flew back into his grasp and he ran after them. Not having any other choice, the kids got in the stranger's car and he drove away fast enough to avoid being caught by the assassin. "Are you guys okay?" The stranger asked. "Yeah, thanks for helping us," Joe said, out of breath. "Who are you and who was that person that was chasing us?" Lydia asked from behind. "My name's Micah Jameson and that person that was chasing you was a Ginx," Michael said. "A what?" Kurt asked. "A Ginx. A magical warrior from Troleyadia, sent here to find the twin seeds of Eyah and by the looks of it, kill them," Micah said.

Dorothea finished imploringly. "Last but not least… we have, of course, prepared a gift," she added before producing a translucent seed. "This is a Mystium. A pristine Mystium with not a single fault. You can see how it emanates a sort of mystical energy, can you? We are sure this will be of indelible help to you in the future, Mr. Pearce." She dropped the seed-like object in front of him. "This is the wondrous discovery the researcher has uncovered. It's his secret way of communicating his deep respect and admiration to you."

Only two glassy eyes reflected the light in the hall. No voice. No gun. Only a tiny silver coin was held between their fingers. They place it in my palm. When I look down, I nearly lose it. A name is etched into the metal. Mine. 00:27:10 Cassian grabs my shoulder. "Who the hell is that?" I grip my fingers tightly around the coin. “A messenger.” "For whom?" Malik demands. But the figure is already vanishing—walks right back into the rain, unperturbed, as if they know we won't follow.

He lifted his gaze and saw that the golden light that he had been fighting moments ago had already morphed into a graceful woman, dressed in a gorgeous golden robe. She had crystal-clear eyes and rosy lips, radiating with an elegant and breathtaking aura. Faced with James’ scrutiny, the lady said coldly, “Do you not fear being wiped out?” “With your strength?” James scoffed. “You’re the one who killed Yaquis? And what about Ysander?” asked the mysterious lady. “Who’s that?” James countered. “The Tai Chi Messenger stationed in the New Alliance,” the lady clarified. “Are you Xabat?” James locked eyes with her.

Howard chimed in, his smile mirroring Mystical Chubby's, cutting off her worries. Mystical Chubby, a true-blue heir of the Rectenwald clan, had been steeped in the lore of herbs since he was knee-high. His body, tough as nails just like Howard's, shrugged off poisons like water off a duck's back. Run-of-the-mill meds could not touch him. In the midst of their exchange, Mystical Chubby casually popped another pill into his mouth. "Well?" Howard asked after Mystical Chubby had chewed on it for a moment.

I'm assuming that it's from his ex-girlfriend. I really want to know this annoying ex-girlfriend. I want to thank her for letting this amazing go because I'm going to claim him as mine. M.I.N.E I saw Leon notice that I'm here and he smiled at me. He gestured me to wait and I gave him a light nod. I grabbed a glass of wine and I saw a lot of paparazzi taking my pictures from the side. I smiled when Leon walked towards me. Slowly, I noticed that his smile faded and I wondered why.

Michael felt upset and also stood up. “Sir, 270 dollars in total.” Said the waiter. Michael paid the bill and walked away. However, the waiter stopped him and said, “Sir, you leave something here,” Michael looked to the table where the waiter pointed and saw an amulet. He frowned immediately. “It’s her,” Michael murmured. The driver appeared at 6 pm. Lendon didn’t come today, so Kendra felt much relaxed. When they went back to the castle, it was almost dark.

"Who is the Third Messenger, Julian? Is it Sophia Grant? My own assistant? Is that how you’ve been 'auditing' my private life?" Julian let out a dry, hacking laugh. "Sophia is just a girl with an 'ambitious' heart, Ethan. No. The Third Messenger is someone you actually trust. Someone who knows exactly where the 'Zero-Point Data' is hidden in your soul." The Midnight Vigil

Lucas muttered, gripping his dagger tightly. “Oh, it’s very possible,” ‘Bryan’ replied cheerfully, spreading his arms wide. “In fact, let’s call this my encore performance. Though technically, I’ve been here all along—you just didn’t notice me.” “What are you?” Kade growled, stepping protectively in front of Jessica. ‘Bryan’ chuckled, his expression darkening slightly. “What am I? A fragment. A shadow. Call me what you will—I’m simply a messenger.” “A messenger for whom?” Selene interjected, her voice icy.