Mystic Messenger Otome Game Novels & Stories

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.

- added Yumiko at the end with a rather serious face. - Do you really have to bother me with this?- Miyuki looked at her almost pleadingly.- Even if you're right, do I really have to go after the first guy who gets in my sight? Can't I really keep this first time for someone I will truly love?- she asked slightly reproachfully.

“Young Mistress.” I looked at both my tamed beasts, but noticed the voice in my head wasn't coming from them. I softly inquired who it was; the voice calmly explained; it was none other than the Mystical Beast of Illusions, whom I'll henceforth name MBI for short. MBI slowly explained to me: “You're in an illusionary world. It's hard to tell if this world once existed, but one thing's for sure... that crimson-eyed tiger was a mystical beast. While inside your arerat symbol, I came to understand that you're gifted with the ability of absorbing mystical beasts.

I scroll over the received messages and I see an unknown number and I tap on it before I can help it. Hide for as long as you want, just be ready when I come calling gatita. Sent 12:03 pm 18th January I swallow hard before dropping my phone down. Fuck me!

After eating, Troy picked up his phone and reread the message from the mysterious sender. 'Hmm... early tomorrow morning,' he mumbled, tapping the table as he thought it over. There wasn't a single person he could trust right now, not even his grandfather or grandmother. He didn't know who was friend or foe anymore. 'I'll handle this on my own,' he decided. He noticed several missed calls from Sarah. [Sorry, love. I'll call you after I'm done here. It's too complicated right now.] Troy managed to send a message to Sarah. Tonight, he needed to focus on what was to come.

He lifted his gaze and saw that the golden light that he had been fighting moments ago had already morphed into a graceful woman, dressed in a gorgeous golden robe. She had crystal-clear eyes and rosy lips, radiating with an elegant and breathtaking aura. Faced with James’ scrutiny, the lady said coldly, “Do you not fear being wiped out?” “With your strength?” James scoffed. “You’re the one who killed Yaquis? And what about Ysander?” asked the mysterious lady. “Who’s that?” James countered. “The Tai Chi Messenger stationed in the New Alliance,” the lady clarified. “Are you Xabat?” James locked eyes with her.

I told Jade. How the little firecracker was going to find me I had no clue. I walked out of my room to see Kayne sitting at the desk in the suite. Before I could say anything he asked, “So, is that Mizuki chick the one that has your balls in a vice grip?” I almost choked and tripped at the same time. “Huh?” I choked out coughing. “Mizuki. Chrysalis’s friend. Is she your mate?” “Why’d you ask that?” I asked him.

The messenger raised his head as soon as he detected Aria’s presence. "Cursed Luna," he stated, bowing slightly. "I bring a message from our Oracle." Aria’s heart raced. Oracles only conveyed visions when something disastrous—or transformative—was imminent. "What is the message?" Kai demanded. The messenger reached into his cloak and retrieved a folded black parchment sealed with dark red wax. The seal pulsed faintly, as if it were alive. Aria’s breath hitched. Magic. Ancient magic. She grasped the parchment. As soon as her fingers made contact, a chill surged through her body. Images flickered behind her eyelids—shadows, a silver wolf howling in despair, a crown of shattered bones, flames e

she purred. I studied her. “And you are?” She took a step closer, the scent of vanilla and something sharp, almost dangerous, filling the space between us. “Just a messenger.” “Messenger for who?” She smiled again. “Your mystery woman. She’s waiting.” I arched my brow. “And if I’m not interested?” Her smile didn’t falter. “Then you wouldn’t have come here.” I sighed. I could walk away now. Pretend none of this ever happened, but my curiosity had already won.