Novel & Cerita Mystic Messenger

out of everything why mushrooms? "Well hello there Alpha Jackson...." One of the rogues stated. I knew that voice...where did I know it from? "Oh great...." I muttered as the rogue laughed maniacally in front of me. I definitely knew this guy. But why had he come now?

With all those memories by my side I was missing the person who gifted me all of it. 'Ting'..it was my mobile SMS tune... Message?...I opened my eyes in anticipation. Extending my hand picking up the mobile phone from the side table, I pondered who might have messaged me. On the screen it flashed...Mr Rude...in the bottom line message was inscribed. A smile flashed on my face seeing his name flashing on my screen. It reads... "I am having fun." Reading this short and crisp message all of the smile featuring on my lips got eroded and reading this text made me angrier upon him, why does he need to tell me that he is having fun.

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

I was flogged a hundred times for making a laughingstock out of the future king. He has all the say in the palace, so I knew better than to cross him. Anyway, that was all the thing of a past now. I just have to wait a few more months and I will finally be able to spread my wings! My life-long dream of becoming the member of the Mystic Muses was about to reach fruition. Mystic Muses was a sect mostly comprised of female descendants of another minor deity, Lilith. They followed her ways and in order to honor her name, they only accepted maiden with the highest honor. In layman's term, only virgins were allowed.

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.

He slipped the phone out, shielding the screen. Three new messages. He’ll suffocate you, moonlight. I’ll show you freedom. You want to say no, but your body already betrayed you. Meet me. One chance. Midnight. The old library wing. Eliot’s stomach dropped. Midnight. The words burned into him like fire. He should delete them. He should erase Damien from his life before Theo noticed. But his thumb lingered over the screen, trembling, betraying the truth he refused to say aloud. He wanted to go.

"They'll kill me if I talk." "I'll kill you if you don't." I let that sink in. "Choose wisely." He stared at me. Weighing his options, deciding which death scared him more. "Silvermist," he whispered finally. "I carry messages for Lady Selene." "To who?" "I don't know names." He swallowed hard. "Just locations and drop points, the messages are coded." "Show me." I reached for his bag. He tried to pull away but pressed the knife harder.

Her vision blurred, but through the haze she saw Damian still on his feet, shoulders squared, absorbing the brunt of the blast. Snowy’s voice rang sharp in her head: Up. Now. Mia rolled to her knees, coughing, just in time to see the Messenger lower his hand. The air still hummed with the echo of his strike. “Interesting,” the man said, as if talking to himself. “You’re still standing.” Damian’s eyes narrowed. “You came through our barrier for a reason. Say it.” The Messenger smiled faintly. “I came to see if the stories were true.”

I had been at school for a very long time, so if it happened after I left, I would be no help to them. “OK, well, hopefully I can help. I can’t wait to see you,” I said softly. He told me he loved me, and that he would see me soon. He disconnected the call, and I went back to eating with my mind going a million miles a minute. If Mystic Shadows goes down for something shady, that was on them. After I got my parents belongings, It doesn’t matter to me what happens.

“Expecting company?” “No,” Lucian said flatly. A guard appeared a moment later, face pale. “My lord...a messenger. Just...appeared.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “Let him in.” The double doors opened slowly, groaning on ancient hinges, and a man in a long grey cloak stepped in. His face was obscured by a hood, but something about him felt…off. Elias instinctively moved closer to Lucian. The messenger didn’t speak. He simply raised a gloved hand and offered a scroll, bound in black wax with the mark of the Holy Order—a circle with a cross etched through the center.