Mystic Messenger Characters Novels & Stories

They had already arrived. The messenger stood beside Marcus. He was tall, gaunt, his skin the color of ash. His eyes were the same honey gold as Lysander’s, and when he looked at me, I felt the weight of something ancient and cold. The girl, he said. So the rumors are true. I stopped ten feet from him. My chin was high. My hands were steady. I had faced rogues in the forest. I had faced Theron’s cruelty and Cassian’s walls. I would not be afraid of a messenger.

How could she recognize him? The woman covered her face with a smile and replied, "I'm Cherise Yankov, a senior Mystic Elixir apprentice. May I inquire about the purpose of your visit, Mr. Adrian?"

At one point, I wished someone stopped me so I could have an excuse for not coming sooner. By the time I stopped in front of his door, it felt more intimidating. I paused, rubbing my hands together. I was about to knock on the door when the voice drifted through the door. “You know we could take back your kingdom, together. You don't have to wait for some prophecy.” Then silence followed. I waited for a response, but none came. Soon, the voice continued. “I'm certain that b**tch you brought back isn't the future Luna. She's just some liar who probably has heard of the prophecy.”

I sighed “Like do you have superpower” and she blinked her eyes twice “What? So you do have, why did you keep it from me” “Because we were mere friends and it wasn't that deep!“ Her voice echoed in my head “Holy…” I yelled “Shit” she interrupted in my head ending my sentence” “What the heck are you, ?“ “I'm Sarah Palin the Mind goddess. Hahaha” her voice echoed in my head with a evil laugh “Can you stop that shit, I might pass out if you tried that again”

Loki warned with a grin. Loki wasn’t trying to guilt Asher but didn’t want him to bring bad karma upon himself, especially with a daughter on the way. “Loki, don’t be so negative! Our friend Asher is just having some fun. But yeah, Loki’s right, dude,” Lucius added with a smirk. "Are you just lecturing me? That’s exactly why I came to you guys to at least shake off my bad mood," Asher said irritably. While they were deep in conversation, Asher didn’t notice Cassia approaching them. Loki quickly signaled Asher to change the topic.

He would make them pay with their lives, whoever they were. He heard a gurgling noise and realised Tristan wanted to say something. A wheezing noise sounded from deep within his throat. Xavier placed a hand on Tristan's arm and said placatingly, "It's okay, you don't need to talk. You can speak when you feel well". But Tristan growled in protest, a feeble one. Xavier furrowed his brows. His brother opened his mouth again and this time with a herculean effort, he managed to spit out the message. A hollow sound, too feeble to be heard, but Xavier did. A short two-worded message that made Xavier freeze on the spot, "Mate. Mage"

Raven Lightning is crackling along my skin, zapping and engulfing my entire arm before I aim the gathered energy at the shadows approaching us. One of them looks like a giant fly—Beelzebub, and the other, animalistic one with three heads, must be Asmodeus. My eyes narrow. I've never seen Asmodeus in his proper form, but my bond with Lucy is so strong I somehow know it's him without even asking to confirm my suspicions.

I had a sinking feeling I knew who it was against too, because no ordinary group could cause this much damage. "Come on. Let's try our comms and see if we can report back." Sebastion muttered, walking back towards the horses. Being this far out, I would doubt it worked. Our comms where one of the very few sources of magic that worked. Magic had been dead for a long time. They had been banned by Drakos's great great great grand father Malfathicus. So our possession of these items was highly forbidden and was grounds for death. That was why we only shared comms between Sebastion, myself, and the Master.

"Please. It's not a place to talk about that, isn't it?" "Oh. Right. Sorry." "So, we were supposed to meet someone here, right? Who was it again?" "It's Mr. Jovan. He is a counselor specialized in paranormal activity. He sent the soul to the other world and helped them to finish their unfinished business in this world," Iko explained. "Wow. Looks like he's good. Is he popular? Never heard about him anyway," comment Alka. "Well, that's hurt. You think you're popular, Alka?" asked someone's barritone voice from behind, a voice that Alka remembered this morning.

“If you need anything, just ask. I remember my first time—I was terrified.” “Being terrified is not my thing,” Linda replied with a dry smile. “But thanks for the tip.” The youngster blinked, confused, then followed her gaze to the witchy-looking beautiful woman at the head of the table. “By the way, Marianne is not her real name,” he whispered reverently. “She’s the Venerable Mistress of the Mask. And I think she is beautiful.” The lanky guy produced a heavy sigh. Linda shrugged: “Must be the hat.”