Mystic Messenger Choices Novels & Stories

After the last saga, and dealing with the betrayers, he had grown so used to smiling more, and even in that dimly lit room, I could still see the excited glint in his eyes. "Tell me," I replied softly, as I dwelled in the warmth that emanated from him. "I spoke with the consultant today," he began to say, "...and he said there's a way you can get back your real body." The smile on Asher's face stretched on, and his eyes glinted with the excitement of what he had just said. His words dropped into my heart and caused my lips to gradually spread in excitement. "Although," he hesitated, the concern in his voice was unmistakable, and I stared at him, waiting for what the conditions might be, sinc

Eli asked concernedly the moment he saw Damian. Nodding, Damian replied with a smile, "Don't worry about it, Grandpa." Eli sighed. "It truly boggles me as to who wants to take my life. Just who are Mystic Healers, Damian?" Damian's gaze hardened, his voice grim as he answered, "Mystic Healers are considered a branch of traditional medicine. Anyone who's a part of them can harness the forces of nature through sorcery.

Mystic squeezed Aaron’s hand. Her voice threaded into his mind: Let me. He inclined his head. She stepped forward, spine straight, chin lifted. “My name is Mystic Hayes — daughter of Helen and Dawson Hayes. I have not walked these lands since I was a child, but they are still my heritage.” She turned her forearm outward. A glowing tattoo shimmered beneath her skin — intricate, ancient, unmistakable. “I bring this mark as proof.” The head warrior slowly descended from his position and approached her, his boots echoing on stone. Aaron shifted instinctively — ready to move — but Mystic remained still.

Her best friend, the one she’d shared every secret with since they were little girls building forts out of old couch cushions and she’d been keeping this from her? “I know it’s a lot,” Dad said, like he could read her mind. “But you don’t have a choice. They’ll be here for you tomorrow morning.” Maya looked past him at the wall of boxes, at the life she’d never known about sitting right under her nose. At the tree outside, shredded and broken by something she couldn’t control. He was right. She didn’t have a choice. But as she stared at the wolf necklace in his hand, she knew one thing for sure whatever was waiting for her at Mystic Grove Academy, it was way bigger than tests and secrets.

I regretted being a blind, naive fool who traded her pack’s legacy for a deceitful smile. With the absolute last ounce of my fading consciousness, I screamed out to the heavens, crying into the mental link of the creator. Moon Goddess, please… hear me. If you grant me another life… I won’t make the same mistake twice. I will tear them down. I will protect my pack. Just give me another fucking chance! The world snapped. The darkness didn't linger. Gaspr! I shot upright, my lungs violently expanding as a desperate, burning gasp tore from my throat. I thrashed wildly, my hands instantly clawing at my chest, desperately searching for the jagged, sticky tear of the silver blade.

"They'll kill me if I talk." "I'll kill you if you don't." I let that sink in. "Choose wisely." He stared at me. Weighing his options, deciding which death scared him more. "Silvermist," he whispered finally. "I carry messages for Lady Selene." "To who?" "I don't know names." He swallowed hard. "Just locations and drop points, the messages are coded." "Show me." I reached for his bag. He tried to pull away but pressed the knife harder.

He slipped the phone out, shielding the screen. Three new messages. He’ll suffocate you, moonlight. I’ll show you freedom. You want to say no, but your body already betrayed you. Meet me. One chance. Midnight. The old library wing. Eliot’s stomach dropped. Midnight. The words burned into him like fire. He should delete them. He should erase Damien from his life before Theo noticed. But his thumb lingered over the screen, trembling, betraying the truth he refused to say aloud. He wanted to go.

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 daunting voice. "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." The healer raised a hand, and suddenly, a holographic projection of a map materialized in the air before us. It displayed tortuous symbols and markings, indicating hidden pathways and secret locations.

He knew better than anyone what all the sects were thinking, and every time he spoke, he could pull the situation back. Even if the disciples of Solaris Hold were this unimpressive, it didn't matter. If she didn't answer, it meant she felt guilty. Amelia lowered her eyes, lips curling slightly, "Alright, I'll give it a try. I heard the Spirit-Pacifying Pillar only recognizes souls of loyalty and righteousness. If I pass, I have a question I want to ask Elder Mystic Vale in front of everyone." Mystic Vale didn't think a little disciple could stir up much trouble: "As long as the Spirit-Pacifying Pillar accepted you, you could ask whatever you wanted."

Dorothea finished imploringly. "Last but not least… we have, of course, prepared a gift," she added before producing a translucent seed. "This is a Mystium. A pristine Mystium with not a single fault. You can see how it emanates a sort of mystical energy, can you? We are sure this will be of indelible help to you in the future, Mr. Pearce." She dropped the seed-like object in front of him. "This is the wondrous discovery the researcher has uncovered. It's his secret way of communicating his deep respect and admiration to you."