Mystic Messenger 2 Novels & Stories

He immediately sent her a location pin, along with two messages: [Be here on time at 8:30.] [Passphrase: Seize the day, drink while you can. I love you every day.] A Messenger name like that, plus a passphrase like that—Rachel’s heart nearly jumped out of her throat. She was a very traditional, serious person. Once she got to the boutique, she might not even be able to say the passphrase out loud! Nervous, Rachel almost thought, Maybe I should just forget it. But she immediately forced the thought down.

It was now down the hill, turned upside down. Life was so unpredicted, unexpected, and completely twisted in a way that could not be solved. Taking out her new phone from her pocket, she dialed a number and pressed it to her ears, after a few rings, the person picked up the call. "Hello, who is this?" The person spoke from the other side. Mystique licked her dry lips. "Can you send me the address of Dr. Theo?" She requested without bothering to introduce herself. "Misty?" The person called stunned from the other side.

A few more minutes and we pull up to a big castle I assume is the pack house because of its size and that people are standing outside waiting on us to pull up. “Welcome Alpha Levin and Bata Derick of Dark Side. It’s a pleasure to have you both here. We will have an omega show you around and another will take your bags to your room. If you need anything at all please let us know.” Alpha Sebastian said. “Thank you Alpha Sebastian. We are honored to have been asked back.” I said shaking his hand. We walk in and head down a hall. We stop at 2 big doors that open as we are standing there and see that everything is looking so good. We walk around as we wait for more to arrive.

When I come out, let's decide the winner. With that in mind, Caspian chuckled and took out two special-colored messengers from his storage pouch. Ordinary messengers were blue or white. The messengers in Caspian's hand were bright yellow, and there was a very eye-catching red line on the surface. This sort of messenger transmission information could not be restricted by certain spaces. For example, a normal messenger could not reach Earlington of Efrax Sect from Myriad Demons Burial Ground. Telephatic jades of Caspian and Jessica could not transmit information in such a situation where they almost crossed space.

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.

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.

Her vision blurred, but through the haze she saw Damian still on his feet, shoulders squared, absorbing the brunt of the blast. Snowy’s voice rang sharp in her head: Up. Now. Mia rolled to her knees, coughing, just in time to see the Messenger lower his hand. The air still hummed with the echo of his strike. “Interesting,” the man said, as if talking to himself. “You’re still standing.” Damian’s eyes narrowed. “You came through our barrier for a reason. Say it.” The Messenger smiled faintly. “I came to see if the stories were true.”

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

There is no certainty that they will recover without the help of the witch, and we had no idea where she currently resides. “I understand. I think I know why he told you to contact me. I am known as the messenger. It is the equivalent of a historian but for supernatural beings. I can help you throughout this journey that you are currently on. I can answer all of your questions and most importantly, I can train you to manage your abilities. Remember, you cannot trust anyone and everyone, not even Dimitri I am afraid.”