Mystic Messenger Jumin Novels & Stories

“We are surviving. And when we strike, we will not miss.” Before anyone could respond, the heavy wooden doors of the chamber creaked open. The guards stepped aside quickly, heads lowering as a messenger hurried in. His clothes were dusty, his breath uneven, as if he had run without rest. Morwen straightened at once. “What is it?” she asked. The messenger dropped to one knee, bowing his head. “My lady. A message has arrived. Sealed and marked.” He held out a folded parchment. The wax seal bore no name, only an old symbol Morwen knew too well. Her fingers closed around it slowly.

He immediately sent her a location pin, along with two messages: [Be here on time at 8:30.] [Passphrase: Seize the day, drink while you can. I love you every day.] A Messenger name like that, plus a passphrase like that—Rachel’s heart nearly jumped out of her throat. She was a very traditional, serious person. Once she got to the boutique, she might not even be able to say the passphrase out loud! Nervous, Rachel almost thought, Maybe I should just forget it. But she immediately forced the thought down.

There were two notifications that immediately appeared. ‘Jax_Hemmings sent you a message.’ ‘Jax_Hemmings posted a photo.’ She clicked on the message, and she immediately saw Jax’s message, which was a pic. It was a photo of the bright moon, and Jax left a message below. ‘The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?’

He asked in a careful tone and that made me a little suspicious. "Why?" "Because I want you to join us for brunch tomorrow." "Brunch? Where?" "Lisa's restaurant." He said as he turned to see my mom brought 3 glasses of purple smoothies. "Why? Cody's back?" I asked because Cody, my cousin, lives in London to study and Lisa is his older sister. "No, I wanted to introduce you to my close friend, Pierce." "Uhmm okay.." I said and I turned to see my mom putting a big glass of smoothie in front of me.

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

It felt private, almost sacred in its order. I slowly walked to the shelves and scanned the titles. Some were in languages I didn’t understand. Others were so old the pages were yellowed and brittle. I reached for one that had a worn-out spine, just to read the title, when a small object behind the book fell and landed on the floor with a light thud. I bent down and picked it up. It was a sealed envelope, faded with age but still intact. There was no name on it,just the crest of the Mystic Pack pressed into the wax seal.

“Hell I do. Maybe you look a little like . . . but no. Fuck no. I don’t care what you say, you’re NOT him.” The boy shrugged, as if his disbelief meant nothing. “But I AM a messenger, here to remind you of things. Important things.” Suddenly, the situation was too bizarre for Gavin to swallow anymore: an empty diner on an empty highway, a book that couldn’t be here, this boy (who couldn’t be who he looked like, couldn’t be) glaring at him like he was the child, those voices lingering at the edge of his mind . . . mene, mene tekel, upharsin

“Derick hurry up. We needed to leave like an hour ago. You know how I feel about being late. You know how much we have to do what is taking you so long?” I asked. My name is Levin Ford and the crazy Bata I’m talking to is my brother Derick Ford. We are both tall over 6’2” with blackish brown hair and the only difference between us is… I have blue eyes and my brother has green. I’ve been looking for my mate since I turned 18 about 3 years ago. My brother too. I thought I had found her about a year and a half ago. We was at the Blue Moon Pack. I was walking around trying to get some air when I had heard some people fighting with each other around the corner. Thats when it hit me. The smell of

With a wicked glint in my eye, I tapped out another deceitful message, carefully crafting my words to allay any suspicions. "Hey Ross, sorry about the voice note. Ryan was a wild ride, let's just say he's into some kinky shit. Voice is wrecked right now. But trust me, he's mine. Hotel's waiting. Get over here," I typed, a cruel smirk playing on my lips as I pressed send.

“I expected you hours ago.” “I don’t know you,” I say, rising slowly. “How did you know I’d be here?” The old woman lifts her chin. “You are Xelina of Lunemar, born beneath the full moon, marked by fang and veil. I’ve been summoning you here.” I take a step back. “Who are you?” Her gaze sharpens, her voice steadier now. “I’m a messenger. I’ve come to deliver a message.” I hesitate, unsure whether I should run or stay, but curiosity roots me to the spot.“What message?” I ask.