Mystic Messenger Chat Room Times Novels & Stories

“Where will this training take place?” Bronze hesitates. His jaw tightens and his hand presses against the desk like he’s anchoring himself before saying something I might not like. Bronze sighs. “It’ll be held at midnight. When the entire pack is asleep.” My brows shoot up in surprise. Midnight? That’s…odd but thrilling for some reason. “And the location?” I ask, crossing my arms again. Bronze nods. “You’ll receive coded messages. Different every night. Only you’ll understand the code. We’ll keep the meeting point vague and random.”

I gasped as I saw the message alert is from Mysterio, "This is not happening" I stood up pacing around already nervous about what he sent, I looked at my screen which has 10 new messages from Mysterio. I clicked on it to view it all. *Hi* *It seems that you win* *I tried ignoring you but couldn't* *Funny how people we barely know becomes a part of our happiness* that's because you barely leave your video game *Well the last few days of not chatting you have been sort of lonely* how is it possible when we have only chatted twice, well if it makes any sense its the same for me.

Since I’m not going to practice my mental exercises, I promise to do extra tomorrow instead, before heading to the compound, fall into the bad and exchange messages with my friend, he sends me a few pictures of himself from a few parties, some with him making faces at the camera, a few with his sister, and some friends as well. Now I see why most mortals can spend hours on their phones, before I know it, it’s already night time and I have three new friends, Diana, Dean’s sister, and two of their other friends who say I’m a mutual. Not sure what that means but I accept their request. Marc and Sky also message me and add me to a group chat. After checking through the members, I see it for Dark

Some idiot is probably in there that it was him. He finds a direct message in his DefCon inbox. From Catgirl. His pulse stutters as he open it. ~Ginrummy, I need to talk to you. In person. Meet me at the park 'n Save at the Tucson Airport at one p.m.. The shades structure on Row 7. ~Catgirl

***** And finally, my phone bings an incoming message. sorry. no mobile b4. old auntie left with my phone in her purse. C still with you? yes u joining us? yes where r u? imperial will be there half hour room 3217 on my way. c u there

I opened my eyes, the silver glow of my laptop illuminating the dark den. A notification pinged—a message from Collins. I didn't scan the words immediately; instead, I checked the global pack clock. It was eight in the evening in Mysticfall, which meant the sun was just rising over the Skydrivee ice. I tapped the link. [I am repaying the credits. I don't have the full sum available immediately, so I will settle the debt in installments.]

Birds were squawking and chittering, insects were buzzing and chirping. The feint sound of keys tapping could be heard. Sitting under a lone large umbrella, sprawled out on large blanket was a man with short brown hair wearing what seems to be a perfectly white robe. In front of him is a small laptop that he is busily typing away on. On the screen is a message window with scrolling text. On closer inspection it is a chat room. At the top of the screen in the center, the name of the room is displayed. "Cupid's Love Connection"

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.

I am such a low-key person on social media. I checked the time and it’s now 9:15 in the morning. I can be at school on time and present my work immediately. For sure, I will leave right away because I don’t want to see my friends there. A while later, a notification from messenger pops. I tapped the message and it redirected me to a group chat. Sine: Adem? Where are you now? Charity: Fudge. Chelsea: What’s happening there? Marleen: Everything is messy at this point.

His lips thinned instantly as he picked up the intercom. “Madison, respond to the email on my behalf. I will be there at the exact time.” “Yes, sir,” Madison responded from her side of the intercom, heaving a sigh of relief. She was equally expectant to hear a response from the MRAB Group, and this seemed like a pleasant Friday night surprise since the meeting was on Monday morning. As Madison was drafting the response on her computer, a message popped up on her phone. ‘Do you believe in ghosts? Call this number when you get home and don’t ask who.’