Mystic Messenger Guests Novels & Stories

Ebony was too focused on rushing out the truck and almost talking Elisha in a hug. “We meet again brat.” Elisha says with a slight smile before returning the hug. “So it seems Ass.” Ebony replies, breaking away from him. “So as you see we have someone new here, he is just undercover with us but I hope you all make him feel comfortable.” Elisha starts then looks at the bald guy, “ Mind introducing yourself.” “ Hi everyone I am Guardian, Implementer, Hearder Greg Dalantes of the Mystical order of the Omniscient. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The Bald guy announced

He stood grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Hey Harper are you okay man?" I ask, scared. "I'm sorry but Harper Stevens can't come to the phone right now." "If this is a joke man stop it" "Hello Mason Woods, it's such an honor to finally meet you. I'm Mazikeen." ********** Ah damn it! This doesn't look like it's gonna end well. That's all for today on Confessions Of An Exorcist. Hope to see you next week. Author's Note: What do you guys think will happen next? Can anyone predict? I wonder what Mazikeen wants to talk about Let's find out on the nest chapter

Dustin chuckled and said, “I’ll go to the Verdant Gang, but not with you.” The Hell Messenger frowned. “You’re not in a position to decide that!” he snapped. Whoosh! Right after he finished speaking, Dustin vanished from sight. In that instant, the alarm bells rang in the Hell Messenger’s head. How was he so fast? He had never seen anyone move so quickly. Usually, if an average person met the Hell Messenger, they would be terrified out of their wits. Only a handful dared to actually attack the Hell Messengers. The Hell Messenger’s face turned grim as he tried to locate Dustin.

Denera “I am Luna Danielle, leader of Mystic Pack. Welcome to the pack of healers,” the elder woman announced, her voice resonating with authority and warmth. My eyes sparkled with excitement—Danielle was one of the names on the family tree we had discovered. She was part of the last recorded lineage. “Thank you for accepting us,” Rockan said, giving a respectful bow. “Take our guests to the guest quarters,” she instructed, gesturing for us to follow. With that, we were granted passage into their land.

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.

I ask before bringing the mug to my lips again. Mystica’s eyes meet mine, and she smiles, shaking her head. “No, you’re not dead.” “Then why can I see you, and drink this tea, and feel the heat from your fire?” “Because I was sent by the Goddess to try to guide the three of you, and I am doing my best.” She mumbles the last few words with a hint of annoyance before tapping a large wooden spoon on the side of the pot. “Your mate should be here very soon, I believe.”

"You haven't sent a messenger to reserve the space..." "And neither has the Ghost, right?" Madison retorted. She reached into her silk satchel and produced a heavy, silver-embossed tablet—the seal of the Montgomery High-Alpha. The manager’s knees hit the floor instantly. He didn't recognize Madison’s face, but he knew the scent of that silver seal. It carried the pheromones of Hudson Montgomery himself. "Forgive me! I didn't realize... a guest of the High-Alpha! Please, the grotto is yours."

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.’

"The pack that speaks to no one." Mystic Fang Pack was scheduled to arrive this afternoon and the tension of our most omnious guests upcoming arrival had everyone around us more tense than usual. "Good morning," I said, settling into my usual seat at the family table where Uncle Alric and Aunt Anya were already reviewing the day's schedule. "Morning, sweetheart," Anya replied, looking up from her notes. "Ready for our most enigmatic guests?" "As ready as anyone can be for a pack that's been completely isolated for fifty years," I said, accepting a cup of coffee from Thorne, who looked unusually alert for this early in the morning.

“Is there someone else over there?” “Sorry? No! I mean, everything is fine,” the voice replies, the figure straightening up. “It’s just that it takes complicated magic with our wolf spirits for a Messenger Mage to… um… commune with the Moon Goddess. Yes. That’s it. It can seem a bit odd when we’re, uh, giving council.” “Oh,” I say softly, not sure of what else I should say. “You were saying that your husband doesn’t sleep well?”