Mystic Messenger Jumin Novels & Stories

“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.

She just hoped things hadn’t gone too far. “You have someone waiting for you inside,” Macy says; immediately Anna arrives in front of her consultation room. “Thanks,” She says hurriedly while flashing Macy a brief smile. “Sorry, I got your message late,” Anna settles on her chair immediately, directing her full attention at Liam with a blank expression. She believes it to be a family thing always to have such expressions. “Sorry for showing up after announcing a little late. Things were quite urgent,” Liam sits up, his blank expression now looking serious.

At this moment, he was already regretting his momentary impulse. "Magpie Fairy? Sir, your ID is unique." This was the second message Luna Cruz sent to him on the app.

"This is such an honor!" "You're more powerful now. Don't let it cloud your judgment," Len warned me. "It won't, I have some pretty cool people to keep me grounded," I looked around the room at each of the elders, Ally, Erys and last Lucifer. He wasn't paying attention but oh well. "Any idea what else made the crystal choose me?" "Crystalis," Salax yawned. Who was Crystalis? "Your power attracted me to you. When you found and returned me, I knew you were the one." A disembodied voice replied. Seconds later, the apparition of a purple haired, silver eyed, pale girl appeared before me.

he whispered, squeezing my hand. “She is the reason the lycans will boom in prosperity. Another reason forming this alliance now is a good thing.” The fairy man stood up. “My name is Gujin and I am not a fairy representative. I am the messenger of the gods, the nine-tailed fox that delivers both blessings and curses.” “You can remove Darren’s curse.” I turned to fully face the old man as he began to chuckle.

Brian's eyes glistened with tears. "That's great! With the sect's seal and my handwritten letter, no one will dare to slander him. "All my peers know he didn't join any sect because he wanted to return to Mount Mystic. Please, deliver this to him. It will only be useful in the present world; it has no value here." Aria nodded. "Okay." The fortune tellers gazed at her as though they were seeing the long-lost Marek through her.

Then his head snapped toward the tree line, wolf instincts alerting before mine did. "Someone's coming, Mama." The messenger emerged—young, wearing colors I recognized immediately. Crescent Moon. My stomach dropped. "State your business," Marcus intercepted, hand on his blade. "Message for the Phantom. From Beta Cade Blackthorne of Crescent Moon pack." Five years. Five years since I'd heard that pack's name spoken aloud. I stepped forward slowly. "I'm the Phantom." The messenger's eyes widened slightly, taking in my appearance. I knew what he saw—silver-tipped hair, battle scars, eyes that had seen too much violence.

“What man would like her that much? Please. This is clearly some Illuminati assignment given to that guy. What’s his name again, Mystic Voice—he creeps me out.” Chloe shot him an annoyed look, clearly unhappy with his comment. “I get that you hate how obsessed I am with his music,” she said, “but Illuminati? Seriously? Mystic Voice is a believer, he takes his religious faith seriously.” Jun shrugged dramatically. “First of all, with those tattoos and piercings? Secondly, his stage name is weird. Mystery. Third, his music pulls the soul right out of you. He’s being compared to Mick Jagger out of nowhere. And lastly, the guy covered his face and completely hid his identity—until yesterday. Thi

A text message from an unknown number: "Impressive display, young Ancient. But three hunters are nothing compared to what's coming. The Council has decided you're too dangerous to live. Run all you want. Hide all you want. We will find you. And when we do, not even your wolf mate will be able to save you. — M" I show the message to Jace. His face goes pale. "Who's M?" I ask. "Magnus," he whispers. "The most powerful member of the Council. If he's coming for you personally."

"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."