Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

I look up when I feel like there's another presence { it's about to go down } Jewel? I stand abruptly realizing what that mindlink meant, their fight is about to start, I grab my cloak from my coat hanger and was just about to head over to were she was but stopped, I can't leave Maxine like this, I pace back and forth a bit, Chad! I open a mindlink, at times like this I'm happy that I'm a Mystic which means I can reach anyone no matter how far away from me they are.

Sharon cried out as she chased her. Lectures once again was uneventful and Daniel managed to stay focused. Though he couldn’t get the feeling out of his mind that something terrible was about to happen. He couldn’t place his finger on it but the danger alert button on his brain kept blinking red. If there was one special gift he had, it was the ability to anticipate bad omen. As much as he tried to shake it off, it always came back to stick to his mind like glue. By 6pm, lectures were over. He stood up and was about to leave the class when his phone buzzed. It was an inbox from an unknown number. Opening it, he saw a message:

It all burns to ash My skin starts to go pale and cold, my heart beating dropping by the second “Come on Mason. Wake up” Just when she thought all hope is lost a huge man in Black overall walks in and offers to help bring me back “Who are you?” Haley ask as she stood over my body defending it “I am Nuntius Dei” “What the fuck is that?” “It means The Messenger Of God. Will you let me save Mason or not” She looks at my body lying helplessly on the floor and back at the strange man “Why should I trust you?”

I inquired with a raised eyebrow. He took a sip, "That I'm losing my grip, my pack is an easy hunt, and I've gone mad and should be put out of power." "Wow. Those are some nasty rumors going on." I shook my head, "But what's with you going mad? That's a bit strange." "I believe Cordelia Blackwell, Black Witch, Council sore thorn, and my arch enemy, is my destined mate and Luna sent to me from the Moon Goddess herself after years of searching and looking." An amused smile adorned his face, "That's enough to call me crazy."

was over, and the first day of our new life had begun. We drove back to the Sanctuary in silence, the weight of the ring on my finger a constant, comforting presence. As we pulled into the driveway, Ethan was already on the porch, holding his puppy, waiting for us. He waved, his face bright with a simple, uncomplicated happiness. But as I stepped out of the car, my eyes caught something in the mailbox—a single, small slip of paper. It wasn’t an envelope. It wasn’t a threat. It was a bill for a private charter flight, paid in full, departing from the local airfield in two hours. The destination wasn’t the Pacific island or a High Council safe house.

“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.

"Hey wait up” I yell at my best friend Annabelle Haul. She’s a tall 5’9” beauty. She has long red hair that stops just below her bottom. She perfect in every way and she isn’t afraid to show anyone what they get when they mess with her or me for that matter. Who am I?!? My name is Tiffany Tow I’m the daughter to Calvin Tow the bata of Blue Moon Pack. I’m an omega or at least that’s what my wolf and I want everyone to think. You see I’m a very special she-wolf but we will get to that later.

"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."

Mystic squeezed Aaron’s hand. Her voice threaded into his mind: Let me. He inclined his head. She stepped forward, spine straight, chin lifted. “My name is Mystic Hayes — daughter of Helen and Dawson Hayes. I have not walked these lands since I was a child, but they are still my heritage.” She turned her forearm outward. A glowing tattoo shimmered beneath her skin — intricate, ancient, unmistakable. “I bring this mark as proof.” The head warrior slowly descended from his position and approached her, his boots echoing on stone. Aaron shifted instinctively — ready to move — but Mystic remained still.

" The car stopped downstairs at my apartment building. I thanked him and got out, only realizing after a few steps that I had not even asked his name. The next morning, I went out to buy groceries and saw the same black car parked downstairs. He got out, carrying a bag of fruit. Smiling at me, he said, "My name is Andre Leclerc. I forgot to introduce myself yesterday. I have a project here and will be staying for a while. I saw you living alone yesterday and thought you might need some help, so I took the liberty of coming over." He paused for a bit before adding, "I don't have any other intentions. It's just that you're pregnant. You can call me if you need anything."