Mystic Messenger Jumin Novels & Stories

Zen Yan said with a smile as he looked at the stone-like communication device in his hand. "Hm? This kid rarely sends me messages. Did something happen?" Ming Yue, who was in the middle of a meeting, was startled by the sudden sound of the communication device. When she read the message from Xiao Chen, her face grew somber, as the letter detailed what Xiao Chen was currently experiencing in the city of Senlin. The elders in the hall were startled when they sensed the sect leader’s aura suddenly release such a powerful energy.

He is the joy of my life, and I can never thank you enough for allowing me to be his mom when you couldn't. If by some magical means you ever see this, know how proud I am of you. Every time I look into your little boy's eyes, I see the love you gave him shining through. You took a chance, and then you left the perfect results for me to enjoy. I miss you, little sis. Always. Love, Q END OF VOLUME 1: JUKED

Having a Mystic Archive and unlocking a Mystic Archive were two different matters. Only a handful of people were recorded to have a Mystic Archive throughout history. There were only two earliest verifiable individuals with documented works still in existence. The first was Hugo Gerant, a renowned physician from an ancient empire, a practitioner of Mystic Therapeutics, and an alchemist. His surviving medical works include The Hundred Letters, Gerant's Emergency Treatments, and the famous Embracing Simplicity. After his death, several notable physicians throughout history have inadvertently inherited his Mystic Archive, but none have fully inherited it. It was said that Mystics knew the metho

When I come out, let's decide the winner. With that in mind, Caspian chuckled and took out two special-colored messengers from his storage pouch. Ordinary messengers were blue or white. The messengers in Caspian's hand were bright yellow, and there was a very eye-catching red line on the surface. This sort of messenger transmission information could not be restricted by certain spaces. For example, a normal messenger could not reach Earlington of Efrax Sect from Myriad Demons Burial Ground. Telephatic jades of Caspian and Jessica could not transmit information in such a situation where they almost crossed space.

Only two glassy eyes reflected the light in the hall. No voice. No gun. Only a tiny silver coin was held between their fingers. They place it in my palm. When I look down, I nearly lose it. A name is etched into the metal. Mine. 00:27:10 Cassian grabs my shoulder. "Who the hell is that?" I grip my fingers tightly around the coin. “A messenger.” "For whom?" Malik demands. But the figure is already vanishing—walks right back into the rain, unperturbed, as if they know we won't follow.

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.

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

He raised his hand and the weapon flew back into his grasp and he ran after them. Not having any other choice, the kids got in the stranger's car and he drove away fast enough to avoid being caught by the assassin. "Are you guys okay?" The stranger asked. "Yeah, thanks for helping us," Joe said, out of breath. "Who are you and who was that person that was chasing us?" Lydia asked from behind. "My name's Micah Jameson and that person that was chasing you was a Ginx," Michael said. "A what?" Kurt asked. "A Ginx. A magical warrior from Troleyadia, sent here to find the twin seeds of Eyah and by the looks of it, kill them," Micah said.

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.

"Don't take it wrong. I wanna help you but please tell me the details of where you came from. We might help." Alyssa looked at Zane then sighed. "Okay we have been wondering on what happened that night. So if you say you can help us find answers then that's great. Where can I start.... okay let me just start from the begining. Our village was named Zimicah," she watched as the three men looked at each other with confusion. She continued on, "Surprised huh we were surprised as well. It is now that we have seen the land this far that I realise Zimicah was no where normal. All those gigantic trees with those multicoloured leaves, those giants birds everything about it doesn't make sense anymore