Mystic Messenger Banned Novels & Stories

"I never thought you would stoop that low to lie to my face. I held you in high regard." "Are you on meth?" I asked. He definitely should be on one because there was no way in hell he would have come up with such an accusation. But I didn't smell any drugs on him, plus the use of drugs was prohibited in Mystic Academy as it was believed to amplify our werewolves' abilities the most. Anyone found doing drugs was often suspended or, worse, expelled. "I should ask you that," he replied. "You lied to my face, bro. You said you weren't interested in her, and I should give her a shot. Then I saw you all over her."

Or he’d still have me. I tugged on clean jeans, struggled into a cropped tee, and yanked my hair into a low, damp ponytail. No makeup. Just lip balm and that lingering high of being thoroughly destroyed by someone who loved me stupid. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Group chat with Macey and Liam. The name of the group alone made me grin: Unholy Trinity. MACEY: Please. I need you both. Now. No emojis. No dramatic punctuation. Just four clipped words and a pit in my stomach.

Warm regards, Michy Himyz ;)

I tapped on the empty profile image. Immediately, the page loaded, but an unfamiliar icon dominated the screen—a padlock, sitting in the center like a warning sign. Below the padlock, a message appeared in plain, unforgiving text: “Account Terminated. User will no longer be allowed on I*******m or allowed to open another account.” I exhaled slowly, a heavy breath that felt like it came from somewhere deep inside me. I knew exactly what had happened. After Eunice’s emotional live session, her audience had united—not just to console her, but to seek justice. They had reported Tyler’s I*******m account en masse, and it worked. His page was permanently removed.

Now I’m worried about what they put into that questionnaire. I wrinkled my nose as the messenger box started blowing up. Hesitantly I opened the first one, wrinkling my nose at the lame greeting that included a proposition of sex. I guess it’s a good thing this app doesn’t let you send pics till three days of interaction, or I bet these guys would be bombarding me dick pics. “Oh god, this is just as gross as any other app.” I rolled my eyes, deleting and blocking every gross communication. “The only benefit is they can’t send me dick pics. These messages are lame and looking for a hook up with a MILF.” I frowned.

And again, I’m holding my phone, pressing on mine and Brye’s conversation that was cut off. Riri: Michaelis Faustino is banned from talking to you from now on. I snorted as I read the message that he sent. Lili: Bakit? For what reason, wala naman siyang ginawa? Like, pinakita niya lang yung previous photos niyo back when freshmen palang kayo Brye, that’s not a big deal Riri: Yes, it was, why does he need to pakita those to you Lili: I can see you rolling your eyes, but, so what? I did laugh nung nakita ko yung pictures, it was unlikely of you

Back at the cabin, my phone vibrated. It was a mental message from an unknown frequency. [Stop this nonsense. Enough is enough.] [You still haven't fixed the mess with the mint water you passed off as the silver poisoning cure. do you really want to watch me get torn apart by those angry Alphas?] This was obviously from Lucas. I had already severed my mindlink with Lucas. Recently, the Pack Elders had tried to contact me, but I blocked them all.

Mia says trying to get everyone's attention. "You can get my attention any day babe" some clown said from the back of the crowd. "And you can get my fist in your throat" Ethan growls back, oh yeah did I mention my bestie was his mate now? It turns out that Ethan was rejected by his mate before I knew him and Mia felt her mate die a year ago. They dated a bit and now are fully mated! Anyway, that shuts the idiot up but makes some of the others snicker.

She just hoped things hadn’t gone too far. “You have someone waiting for you inside,” Macy says; immediately Anna arrives in front of her consultation room. “Thanks,” She says hurriedly while flashing Macy a brief smile. “Sorry, I got your message late,” Anna settles on her chair immediately, directing her full attention at Liam with a blank expression. She believes it to be a family thing always to have such expressions. “Sorry for showing up after announcing a little late. Things were quite urgent,” Liam sits up, his blank expression now looking serious.

I move to the other side of the archway and lean against a marble pillar, crossing my arms under my chest. “The Mystics,” I continue, glancing at him, “began to appear a few months ago. I held them off for a while, and they respected that, but…” I close my eyes. “Blake, she’s… she’s struggling. She’s been kicked out of three schools, and she just turned seven.” “I am aware of how old she is.” His voice is cold. I guess I expected that, the ice in his tone. This was my decision, after all, keeping them apart.