Mystic Messenger Choices Novels & Stories

I hesitate, and then close my eyes, feeling tickling in my tummy as I imagine a door made of booze opened, and then I sent my thought to him, “can you please keep shut, you are scaring me.” He laughed in my mind. “It isn’t easy for me to stop this because I’m enjoying speaking with my beautiful girl.” Oh gosh, I widened my eyes, pressed my lips. I can’t believe I can send my thoughts into his mind, too. What is the meaning of this? Why me? Why us? “Because we are met for each other,” his voice came in. “W-what? What do y-y-you think you’re saying? I knew you cast a dark spell on me.”

Without saying words, he understood that I needed to be left alone. "Send a message if you need a spar." He said through the mind link. I snort a laugh and relaxed against the chair. A spar he will always run away from and it will end up like I was chasing him like some lovesick puppy. Or even a childhood best friends. No doubt in that tho. What is going on in my life? Who was that person? Wait, I saw a mark or did I?

"Fuck!" Shocked as she is, Yngrid almost drop the key she's holding when it dawned on her who the message was from. Last time she got a message from the sender is when she came back from her tour in Paris. Suddenly her hand shook. The message is a red rose with a K.S initials on it. A bunch of sweat condensed on her forehead when she suddenly felt hot. It's like a sudden rise in temperature unexpectedly sorrounds her. There is no warning and it just happens. She's close to having cold.

“Please Alpha,” “If anything goes out of line, I can’t assure you that I won’t act.” He replied calmly and I nodded. Hopefully, nothing went out of line. I exhaled deeply as I pushed the wooden door open only to be welcomed with the familiar scent of booze. One would think this place was a beer parlor but in fact, this was a gathering place for all species. It was a shop for all kinds of artifacts, weapons, grimoires, potions and of course, ingredients. Their gazes fell on us and some of the people there who knew me simply gave knowing gazes.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. One of the healers, a tall figure with a hooded cloak,(forgive me, I do forget their names from time to time) stepped forward and spoke with a voice that resonated with ancient wisdom. "Theo, you have been chosen as the message bearer. It is your duty to deliver this crucial information to the chosen one." I nodded as my eyes locked with the healer's. "I understand. Please, tell me where I can find the ring of Lythian."

“I need to know the truth.” The moon cast long, eerie shadows over the clearing where Eve, Luca, and Damien arrived to meet Selara’s messenger. The air was thick with tension, the silence unsettling. The figure stood at the edge of the forest, cloaked in black, their hood drawn low. “You came,” the messenger said, their voice a soft rasp. Eve folded her arms. “I don’t trust Selara, but if she has answers, I’ll listen.” The messenger exhaled. “She offers a truce. One that can only be discussed in person.”

Lucas muttered, gripping his dagger tightly. “Oh, it’s very possible,” ‘Bryan’ replied cheerfully, spreading his arms wide. “In fact, let’s call this my encore performance. Though technically, I’ve been here all along—you just didn’t notice me.” “What are you?” Kade growled, stepping protectively in front of Jessica. ‘Bryan’ chuckled, his expression darkening slightly. “What am I? A fragment. A shadow. Call me what you will—I’m simply a messenger.” “A messenger for whom?” Selene interjected, her voice icy.

Now, there's only silence. Through the screen, the me from eight years ago saw everything. Her face turned instantly pale. Her lips trembled, unable to form words. "No... no..." The Moonwater Mirror went dead black. Numb, I looked down, pulled out my phone, and sent a single text to my brother—the one I hadn't seen in years. "Merry Winter Solstice, Leo. Hope you're doing well." The she-wolf giggled, victorious. Her hand slid boldly down his chiseled abs.

My mating ceremony with Chris kept getting interrupted, one reason after another. The first time, his adopted sister Lucy threw him a bachelor party. He drank too much and missed our slot. The second time, right before we set out, Lucy twisted her ankle. Chris took her to the hospital and missed it again. The third time, we were already standing at the vow platform when Lucy cried until she fainted below. Once again, Chris left me standing there. The fourth time, the fifth time... Lucy, every single time. "Hurry up, Sheila! This is the eighth time! There are only fifteen minutes left to receive the Moon Goddess's blessing. If you miss it again, the Moon Goddess will take it as proof the