Mystic Messenger Jumin Han Novels & Stories

Chris asked. The messenger, a young man with a bit of peach fuzz above his upper lip, wrung his hands nervously. “One of Alpha Winston’s men came to the crossroads, sir. They took the invitation to the summit.” “And?” Chris prompted. “They returned a day later with this,” the messenger said, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a sealed envelope. Chris took it, his brow furrowed. “Thank you. You may go.” As soon as the door closed behind the messenger, Chris tore open the envelope. I watched his face as he read, my heart sinking as I saw his expression darken.

"How may I lend my aid this day? What wonders doth thou seek within the pages of our vast collection?" I inhaled deeply, composing myself as I spoke, fixing my gaze upon her own. "Ms. Paulina, I’m Jasmine Hanzo, and I have stumbled upon secrets, mysteries that have brought me here. I long to unravel their meaning, to understand the hidden tensions and unseen struggles that have been revealed to me. Can you guide me on this journey?"

He signaled to the person sitting opposite him and then took out a messenger from his storage pouch. There was also a pattern of a crane on messenger. He injected his spiritual Qi into the surface of messenger, and soon a short paragraph appeared on it. Yuan Ye's eyes glittered as if he was shocked. But after taking a closer look, the look on his face became complicated again. He stroked his chin with his left hand and looked at messenger with a frown, thinking. Seeing him like this, the man in purple sitting opposite Yuan Ye smiled and said, "Spiritualist Yuan, if you have something to do, I'll wait aside. When you're done, let's continue to talk."

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."

There is no certainty that they will recover without the help of the witch, and we had no idea where she currently resides. “I understand. I think I know why he told you to contact me. I am known as the messenger. It is the equivalent of a historian but for supernatural beings. I can help you throughout this journey that you are currently on. I can answer all of your questions and most importantly, I can train you to manage your abilities. Remember, you cannot trust anyone and everyone, not even Dimitri I am afraid.”

“What the hell was that?” I couldn’t answer. My throat was too tight, my chest too heavy. Because I understood. That hadn’t been a rescue. That had been a message. Theo had crossed into Damien’s territory. And Damien did not share. ----- End of Chapter Seven ✨

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

“If M.C. and I.C. are the same person—and if the I is Iris—then Iris Chen is the unknown messenger. She’s M.C. She owns the building. She’s been connected to Ashgrove from the beginning.” Maya closed her journal. “Tell me when you have the surname confirmed.” She hung up. She looked at Elias. “The unknown messenger. Her first name is Iris.” He was very still. “And she is connected to Ashgrove from before it was founded.” A pause. “She’s coming. She said she’s coming. And when she does—I need to know everything about who she is before she decides what to tell me.”

She was curious to know what was going on, after sending her troops inside, she went to meet with the guest. “Who are you and who have you come to see?” She asked him. “I am messenger Stanley, from the silver pack, I come bearing a message for alpha Walden of the night shadow pack.” “And who is this message from?” “It’s from the silver pack’s alpha Damian ma’am.” She held out her hand, “give it to me.” The messenger shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t do that ma’am; I am supposed to give this letter to alpha Walden by hand.”

“You can have your seat.” As she sat near me, I remember that my father once told me that mates can hear each other voices in their minds, and he had taught me how to do it without stress. And so now, I want to try it, to know the truth behind my wolf's happiness. I closed my mind and imagined a door open before me and then I speak, “Hello, my beautiful girl.” Lucy startled, as if she a scorpion stung her. She looked at me and her uneasy grew out of her face.