Mystic Messenger Jaehee Novels & Stories

A dark, inky symbol appeared on the child’s tiny chest, pulsing with a sickly light. “No!” I screamed, struggling to reach my baby. But the pain in my abdomen flared up again, and I fell back, gasping. The symbol on my child’s chest glowed brighter for a moment, then faded into his skin. Jena straightened, satisfied. “Consider it a parting gift. A curse that will awaken when they come of age. Let’s see how your precious hybrids handle that.” Jake broke free from her hold, his eyes blazing with fury. He was on her in an instant, his hands wrapping around her throat. “I’ll kill you,” he snarled.

LJ and Haneul were warrior angels stationed on earth and did not have such an advantage. Not even that could stop Haneul, though, and LJ knew that. "It'll be too late by the time we talked to a messenger. We'll be fine. Trust me." Haneul replied as expected, already traveling out before LJ could properly stop him. Seoul, South Korea (June 2019)

“That’s right she isn’t here right now, then perhaps.” A chilling smile draws to HIS face, snapping HIS finger and immediately draws a pentagram with the symbols and words that HE can only understand and use. A small gate then appears, mark with the image of thorny roses and a maple tree. Slowly it opens, then a footstep echoes, stepping outside and immediately bowing right before him with the words of respect. “You called upon this humble servant of yours, Supreme God.” “No need for long formalities. I need someone fast to relay a message to my pieces, and I think that you are the perfect one for that job, Jaira.”

"Hey, beautiful, I hope, you liked it. The scented room, the balloons, and everything. I know, this must be a little confusing and a lot more complicated for you to understand but for now, if you trust me, don't think too much, and just go with the flow I defined for you. Just be yourself and don't feel uncomfortable, you'll be seeing me soon. Moreover, don't forget to doll yourself up, get ready fast, and smile a lot because that's how you look prettier and more like a fairy that flew out of the fairytale through an outlet. I'm waiting for you. Yours, Min-Jae.♡" "Uwuwu! He added a heart in the end." Why is my heart fluttering so much! This is so embarrassing." Jin-Ae couldn't stop smiling.

She remained silent. ​Chris nodded, a bitter smile crossing his face. "Message received." He zipped his bag, swung it over his shoulder, and walked past her without a second glance. ​Tina sat on his empty bed, his scent was still clinging to the room. She felt sick, Jude wasn't himself, and she was trapped in a life she no longer wanted, all because of her mother’s greed. ​Two days later, Eve arrived at the edge of the Everglades. She was exhausted. She had pushed herself to the limit, alternating between running as a wolf and a human to cover ground as fast as possible.

It was the first time he felt the fear inside him, his eyes turn on the dark forest and saw the walking Darkrai with a man's presence on its back. The aura was too dark that it's making him stepped back and escape. He lowered his head asking a tap on his head from Finesia, he wants her to not be scared from him. That he's still Mathias, he's no harm. Finesia then tried to touch his head making him feel the tingling feeling inside him, the desire of his to her was too strong. "Why did he turned like this?" she asked looking at Griselda's direction. "He's a disciple, a gift from God to us." Jake was the one who answered.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

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.”

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

“It all happened so fast. It felt like it was all in my head until it attacked me by beating me up and then tearing my stomach open.” “What was it?” Maddox asked. “He called himself Malek, the king of darkness,” the girl explained, her voice getting weaker with each passing minute. It was like the ambulance was on the other side of the world, where was it? “He said that the only reason he didn’t kill me right away was because he wanted me to be his messenger.”