Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

I hesitate, and then close my eyes, feeling tickling in my tummy as I imagine a door made of booze opened, and then I sent my thought to him, “can you please keep shut, you are scaring me.” He laughed in my mind. “It isn’t easy for me to stop this because I’m enjoying speaking with my beautiful girl.” Oh gosh, I widened my eyes, pressed my lips. I can’t believe I can send my thoughts into his mind, too. What is the meaning of this? Why me? Why us? “Because we are met for each other,” his voice came in. “W-what? What do y-y-you think you’re saying? I knew you cast a dark spell on me.”

Sister Clarita led her silently through the archive room, down a hidden stairwell, and into a circular chamber filled with ancient items, some glowing faintly, others covered in prayer cloths. “This,” the nun said, holding out a small wooden box with gold leaf symbols etched into the sides, “is the reliquary of Saint Magdalena. It’s one of the only known vessels that can carry a message across time. Write the year and the recipient. If it finds the person, it will fade.” Alice folded the letter neatly. She wrote: Tomas de los Reyes, Tipas, 1953. Then she kissed the paper gently and placed it into the box.

Chris' PoV After the meeting in our company was done, I went to my office to carry out some paperwork which took longer than expected, by the time I have completed them and checked them off, everyone was already gone except for me and my secretary (Lyla) who helped me out to finish the day off before making our way outside. Lyla was one of my trusted worker and ally, despite how the company was full of human employees, Lyla is actually not a human but instead a witch and therefore she knows of my identity, she was also the one who looked after me when I was in pain due to my ex-mate, she also taught me about medicine and potions so I was able to make them which can help wolves at critical mo

the messenger replied smoothly. “Continue,” Misha commanded, now sitting forward. “That – Successor…this is gossip from tired wolves who were lazing about outside a closed gate,” the runner remarked firmly. The two leaders of Bloodrayne remained silent. The messenger swallowed again. He raised his head slightly to gaze at his masters with hooded eyes. This messenger was the Head of the runners. After what had happened to his man the night before, all the others had been reluctant to deliver any more news from Lightmoon.

Nathan shoved off the fence, storming away before he did something stupid—like punch his packmate for implying Rita was anything less than perfect. His phone buzzed. His father’s name flashed on the screen. "I’ll be in New York this weekend," his dad said without preamble. "We need to talk." Nathan’s stomach dropped. He knew. Rita The hidden wing of the library was quieter than usual, the air thick with the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Rita traced the spine of the book Derek had handed her—Lunar Channeling: A Witch’s Guide to Moon Magic. "This is incredible," she murmured, flipping to a page detailing how to store lunar energy in physical vessels. "Gogo never taught me this."

The words flowed effortlessly, each syllable a calculated move in the intricate game I was now determined to play. Lydia, the message began, its simplicity masking the complex web of emotions and motivations that lay beneath. Let's meet tomorrow evening at NEW Age suites. The message, brief and stark, held within it the weight of my intentions, the unspoken promise of confrontation, and the potential for everything to change. As I hit send, a mix of anticipation and dread surged through me. This was the opening gambit, the first move in a game where the stakes were higher than ever before. The next chapter of my life, the one I had meticulously planned, was about to begin.

She was rummaging for something on her desk until she showed us a piece of paper. "What's that?" I asked. "It's a map. I know it doesn't look that much but it can still help us find our way to Newhallow Mountain, where Taewe, the Village of Mystic is located." I've heard about this village. What Nereza said was true, Taewe is known as the Village of Mystic. The people who live there are mostly enchanted beings like elves and witches. But not all lands in Aldemore have a Mystic Village. I have heard that only five territories are lucky enough to have a village like Taewe.

"Fuck!" Shocked as she is, Yngrid almost drop the key she's holding when it dawned on her who the message was from. Last time she got a message from the sender is when she came back from her tour in Paris. Suddenly her hand shook. The message is a red rose with a K.S initials on it. A bunch of sweat condensed on her forehead when she suddenly felt hot. It's like a sudden rise in temperature unexpectedly sorrounds her. There is no warning and it just happens. She's close to having cold.

With no closed or open sign displayed, Cecelia turned the knob to see if the door was open or locked. The door of the Bayou Mystic Essence squeaked as Cecelia slowly opened it. The inside was flooded with bright sunlight as it streamed in through the opened entrance displaying shelves and racks filled with herbs, candles, and other materials needed to perform any type of spell or healing that a mystic may need. “Can I help you?”

I ask before bringing the mug to my lips again. Mystica’s eyes meet mine, and she smiles, shaking her head. “No, you’re not dead.” “Then why can I see you, and drink this tea, and feel the heat from your fire?” “Because I was sent by the Goddess to try to guide the three of you, and I am doing my best.” She mumbles the last few words with a hint of annoyance before tapping a large wooden spoon on the side of the pot. “Your mate should be here very soon, I believe.”