Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

"Because the scouts just found something. The Council isn't waiting for us to reach the gates. They’ve sent a gift." He tossed a small, black object onto the map table. It was a bird—a crow—but it was made of shadow and bone, its eyes glowing with a sickly, necrotic yellow light. "A Hollow-Messenger," Vincent said, appearing behind Magnus. "It was heading for the Deep Woods. It carries a summons, Emma. Not for you. For the 'Father of the Disgrace'."

I just nod and walk over to where Mystique is sitting on the floor on a rug with some decorative cushings spread around . Sitting opposite her with my legs crossed mirroring how she sits . Ezekiel and Mama sit to the side watching with a keen eye . “First we must learn how to meditate and remove ourselves from the now take our subconscious selfs to the Astral plane . The Astral plane is how we move and find what and who we want to communicate with . At first we can only hold it a few seconds but the better we get , the stronger we are the longer we can hold that form” Myst says as we sit across from each other .

the man said, turning to bow instead toward the campfire where Ryder now stood, hunched over a table with Luca. Ryder barely lifted his head. “Speak.” “There is someone here… a messenger from the Greenwood border. They carry the Old seer’s mark.” That caught Ryder’s attention. Luca frowned. “That’s not possible.” “She’s gone,” Ryder said. “Dead or banished, no one ever knew.” “It is really her mark,” the scout said carefully. *Moments Later — Near The Camp* The messenger waited with a hood drawn over his eyes. Dust clung to his boots. He bore no weapon, only a twisted staff and a sealed scroll. The symbol pressed into it, a vine coiled around a crescent moon

Philip looked solemn and asked, “What kind of place is this Mystic City? Even the Imperial Preceptor has to be wary.” Reed sighed, smoked a cigarette that smelled quite choking, and said, “Do you know the legend of Hanger Pass?” Philip was taken aback, but he said with a nod, “Yes, it’s said that a sage exited Hanger Pass and caused a purple mist that spread over 3,000 miles. What’s the connection between this legend and Mystic City?” Reed replied, “That isn’t just a legend. The sage has received verification. He once left his seal and famous words on the stargate of Cochly Mountain.”

Maurice was a friend he had met unexpectedly during one of his Young Master’s secret trips. He had saved him from an attack when he was disguised as Ethan for him to travel back home safely after a hostile takeover of a company who had tried to use a woman to deceive him. “Yes I do,” Maurice smirked happily, “this time, your message will be delivered and be ready my friend. You may fall over at what I’m about to tell you.” “I’m going to introduce you to the best secret delivery service ever based in the city of Sunnybrook. Only known to but a few and very efficient with a hundred percent success rate.”

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.

“Welcome to Mystic Pack... where loyalty is honored, and betrayal doesn’t walk out alive.” The Convergence had finally begun.

Leila found a sign pointing to Schtaubersstrasser and followed it. Number 104 was an imposing old house, wooden beams sagging under its age. The Grossman Center next door, though, looked shiny and new, a stark contrast to the old estate. An information board outside announced that the center hosted a conference on mystical artifacts, one of the speakers caught Leila’s attention: a lecture by Prof. Eduard Yellen — E.Y. “Of course,” she muttered under her breath. “E.Y.” “Talking to yourself?” a sharp voice interrupted her thoughts. Leila spun around to see a woman in her forties, wearing a navy coat and mirrored sunglasses.

my gamma jolted me from my reverie, "a letter arrived with strict instructions to be opened solely by you, 'The Warrior Alpha Brock'." I tore open the envelope, releasing a burst of shimmering particles. Amidst the glittering cascade, the witch's holographic emissary declared, "A gesture to Morgana, furnishing her abode with eternal blooms. The betrayer has been remedied." With that, the message vanished.

She curtsies and bows low before rising and saying, “Thank you. I am Mystia, the high elder of the Spirit of the Crescent Moon coven. I have been waiting for what seems like many lifetimes for someone with enough determination, enough power and enough love for my granddaughter to access the tree of connections and then follow her connection and break that lock. I tried everything, but no matter what I did was never enough.” “It’s nice to meet you, Mystia. My name is Yasmine, and this is Zachariah…”