Mystic Messenger 2 Novels & Stories

“You gained 1, 000 Exp, 50 Boosting Point, and levels up to 2!” After a seconds of panting, regaining her strength, the notification once again beep multiple time in green light. She saw something in a message bracket. “Special inventory gift?” she said blinking. This time the “beep” and the light becomes an intense red. The ground, as if shaking, send vibration of warning as the eerie feeling fill the air. It accompanied by the familiar growled. The growling of a thousand Disastor! Misty dumbfounded and couldn't contained the eerie feeling that rose from within her.

"Do you think you have a choice? Stella has suffered a miscarriage! She can never give you another pup! I'm still young, I can still—" "Shut up!" Rowan roared furiously. His Alpha's dominance exploded instantly. While they were arguing heatedly, a messenger wearing the pack's uniform appeared at the door. "Alpha Rowan, I'm here to deliver a package from the Luna." The messenger passed an exquisite box made out of Mithril. The box fell to the ground during the argument, and a crisp thud sounded from inside. Rowan bent down to pick the box up with trembling hands. It was very light, but it felt like a ton to him.

I nodded. It was the punishment I deserved. Just when I thought it was all over, the old, familiar voice echoed in my head again. 'Regret will not unmake the past, young Alpha.' I turned. The Mystic was there again, a ghost in the shadows of the great hall. "What are you doing here again?" "I've come to tell you a secret," he said, walking toward me, his staff tapping a slow rhythm on the stone floor. "The Farewell Ritual does not always mean death."

“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.

He had to write about why the restrictions shouldn't be lessened so he already had the existing restrictions to base some of his points on. Caden placed his book to the side and rested his head on his hand. However, it swiftly rose again once he got an idea. There was something he'd been meaning to do and that seemed like the perfect time. Psychics were able to access a place called the Mystic Zone. It was a simulation that took place in a psychic's mind that allowed them to explore a setting of their choice. The Mystic Zone could be used for several purposes with a very common one being to test out powers or spells. The setting of the Mystic Zone usually was based on the individual's mood o

Zarina asked in a worried voice. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I said, “Didn’t you just say that we could you know ‘teleport’” “You can only teleport to the portal. After that, you will have to rely on your legs to take to the stone. Magic doesn’t work in the Mystic Land, dragons and werewolves will lose their power too.” “What the Bloody Hell! Why didn’t you tell us earlier? I am not taking my baby girl on this suicide mission! Tyson must be crazy to think that I will.” I said walking towards Tyson.

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."

You’re mine and always will be. Press 1 to save the message Message saved.

I grabbed the box and slid my male body into the high driver's seat. The inside possessed that intoxicating, rich scent of a brand-new machine. It was a custom Midnight Wolf Runner, straight from the syndicate's elite holdings. I broke the seal on the red box and found a brand-new glowing communication crystal. As I lifted the crystal from its nest, a heavy sheet of parchment drifted onto my lap. It read:

A dark laugh echoed from the mouth of the ruins, freezing me in my step. “How touching!” My breath froze. From the veil of mist emerged a tall figure cloaked in black armor, runes crawling like serpents along his limbs. His eyes glowed the color of dying embers. The Eclipsed Moon Alpha. “You both walked into the right place.” He stepped forward, dragging his claws along the stone. His grin widened as he looked at me. “Welcome, Moon Messenger. I’ve waited so long for your arrival.”