Mystic Messenger 2 Novels & Stories

After I cleaned up I sent for my second and third in command, we have a meeting and I tell them about what the Moon Goddess had said to me, they both looked some what relieved after hearing I will be calling off the battle and waiting instead for this Mystic being to find me and go form there, they took particular reverence in the bit about our generations being cursed for spilling the blood of innocents, sigh so let the waiting begin. (5 days later) I'm sitting in my bunker doing a little reading when Eiden stirs a bit giving me and odd feeling which I ignore, I turn as I thought I heard a creaking sound in the distance, I listen but hear nothing further, I turn my head back to continue on

Sal suggested. I couldn't help but glare. "Some people don't want to relive their past. I only did it for Ricky." I stopped and waited, looking around. The others gathered, wondering what I was sensing. "Someone's coming. But we're not in danger." I waited until I saw something flittering distantly in the sky. "Is that, that can't be Hermes." "Who?" Sal blinked. "Hermes, from Olympus," Kira replied. "Messenger of the Gods." I shook my head. "Hell could really use some educational courses."

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.

He slipped the phone out, shielding the screen. Three new messages. He’ll suffocate you, moonlight. I’ll show you freedom. You want to say no, but your body already betrayed you. Meet me. One chance. Midnight. The old library wing. Eliot’s stomach dropped. Midnight. The words burned into him like fire. He should delete them. He should erase Damien from his life before Theo noticed. But his thumb lingered over the screen, trembling, betraying the truth he refused to say aloud. He wanted to go.

The sound seemed so close to the borders that it reminded me of the howls and growls from days ago. "Who are they calling?" I wondered aloud. We howl to send a message to our members, to call for help, and the like. They couldn't just be making noise for the sake of it. The sound felt like they were calling the rest to join a bigger cause. "They're mourning. Don't mind it," Zayn said. Between the two of us, he knew much better. He was trained for this. He knew how to differentiate sounds, to lead effectively.

They could only call for stronger people. Whoosh- Suddenly, a Messenger Talisman exploded in the air. It was then followed by several light rays, dissipating as if it were like an organized fireworks show. The messenger talisman was invented by a powerful mystic. It granted the ability to send messages within this universe, using the resonance within a type of great Dao law. However, it was quite pricey as well. Clans of a lower class wouldn’t even be able to afford a single one of these. Yet now, many of these talismans were being set off as if money grew on trees, providing everyone in Pompeii a nice show.

I had personally never met a more corrupt fucker than him, and I had met plenty of corrupt fuckers in my short life thus far. Something that Kalamar figured out, per Angel’s own inquisitive question, was that Mystics were able to absorb elemental abilities, since they were immune to them, and infuse it into their own ability. Her light had mixed with his water affinity, and created a spray of water, which then held light that was as hot as the sun. That meant every single Mystic would be able to harness it this way. There were twenty-four dragons here today between the two thunders. Brynn was reaching out to a couple more that the Council had alliances with. She was hopeful that they would g

Everyone moved away from those two since we had no idea what was going to happen. Her stream of light hit his outstretched palm. His head tilted backwards, and a bolt of green went into the air. The light cut off, making it to where there was only blue going upwards. Holy fucking hell! It worked. “You are brilliant,” he praised her. “None of our people have ever considered that possibility. This, as a whole, could definitely help our side out. We have fourteen Mystic dragons. Then we have two who are vampire/dragon hybrids but don’t have dragon forms but do have elemental magic. I’d love to see later if this would work for them as well.”

Misty frantically dispelled the negative thoughts she was having. Just then, he phone rang. An unknown number sent her a text message. She had a feeling of déjà vu, making her heart tremble as she checked the message. "Do you like my gift?" The message was brief. The familiar sentence made Misty immediately realize who the sender was. Connor Richardson. The man who was both righteous and evil, who instilled fear in people from the bottom of their hearts. Did he do this? Is this the gift he gave her?

I ordered and hurried to my room. I closed the door behind me and tried to summon the fire related powers in me. But the silent whispers interrupted me and I almost groaned in response. What's happening? Is this some sort of telepathy or what? That sounded like Daisy's voice. "Mom Megan!" I heard the silent whisper again. Damn! I must be going crazy. Even though it sounded more like Daisy's voice, she wouldn't try this method of communication with me. We're just few steps away from each other so why would she want to use this method of communication?