Novel & Cerita Mystic Messenger Saeran

"It's been years since I've met them, so I'd bet they're at least median Scion rank." She pursed her lips, a little embarrassed. Though she was a Saintess, she had only reached Scion rank after that trip to the eastern lands. "Ahem…" Clearing her throat, she then continued, "And then there's Yvac Lorenz, saint of the Azure Mystic Sect. The Cosmic Isle Sect has a prominent trio: Silence Sunny, Glowless Lunar, and Deep Stellar. Aside from myself, they would be the five candidates from the Sanctuary's Big Four Sects."

Arianna called in an hush voice. Instantly, the light in the cave turned on, touches that aligned lit up at the wave Selene hand. That didn't surprise Arianna, but what the fire light revealed made Arianna's stomach dropped to her feet. A bird-like creature, magnificent with a menacing presence stood before her. It wings spread as it let out a loud high pitched screeching sound. "Oh heavens," Arianna couldn't move her feet, her expression awestruck. "What in the world..." "Meet Eryndor. The Ouroboros call it the Messenger. It's centuries old and has been passed down through my bloodline. It won't die until the current master it serves dies."

Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today. Seven, the ever-observant second-in-command, nodded in my direction as I approached. Seleira stood beside him, her arms crossed, eyes scanning the group with her usual sharp focus. I took a deep breath and started stretching, doing my best to avoid eye contact with Zayn. The last thing I needed was another pointless exchange with him. "Oh, the princess is back." I caught whispers from my side. They were trying to keep it low, but did they forget we had supersonic hearing? Or were they just stupid?

}} [ that dear one was the cries of my children, the lake is made up of tears of those who lost loved ones in one way or the other before their time, the orbs you see are wandering souls of those who have died before meeting their destined and are stuck here roaming and searching for all eternity, I do not wish that for you Hayden or for any of my children, I have spend milleniums looking on as my children lost their lives foolishly for naught, it pains me and it haunts me to see how far my creations have strayed from their purpose ] {{ Then what must I do to get my mate that was stolen back? }} [ fear not, all is not lost, I have a child a blessed and chosen child that is assisting the Cres

The girl I had bent over by the throat said to me. "Him? Who?" I asked her. "Arlene, the child vampire. The moon goddess mentioned you." She said to me, "Did she know? And what are you? Her messenger?" I sneered. "Actually, that she is." The other young man said. I let go of her neck suddenly. "You're the seer?" I asked her as I came around to stare her in the eyes. "Would be. I'm still in training." She said to me,

he demanded, his voice resonating with a mix of authority and wariness. The figure stepped forward, throwing back the hood to reveal a woman with radiant silver hair cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes shimmered with an otherworldly brilliance, reflecting the moonlight like pools of liquid mercury. Tigreal couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, though he sensed an underlying power that hinted at something far more dangerous. "I am Seraphine, a guardian of the forgotten realms," she introduced herself, her voice carrying a melodic timbre that echoed through the night. "I have been informed by Xirza's messenger of your quest and the turmoil that burns within you."

"I wonder all these years how you look like, and now here you are." "Your name is Mateo, right?" I asked while squirming away from his touch. "You're the seer seeker." "Yes, Samantha Grey. I am Mateo, and I'm a seer seeker." He crossed his arm and continued to study me. My foolish heart seemed to beat a little faster as he locked his eyes on mine. "You've seen us in the Dammed place." I whispered, knowing the answer full well, but I just need to confirm his answer." Why did you let us go?"

“You interrupt the devil’s work as you need to reap what you sow. The souls that I will be working for a year now will bind you to me. You will be my eyes, my ears, and my weapon of the future as a rare find of a seer. From now on, I am your master as you are my familiar, your destiny lies unto my hand, Misha.” With her vision that slowly blurs and finally turns blank, she only manages to whisper the name. “Arius.”

Kaelen’s POV — The night was too still. Too quiet. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath as I stared down at the small, rolled parchment in my hand — the one the messenger hawk had dropped at my door entrance just moments ago. Aria was sleeping with her family today, she said she missed them. The wax seal was the mark of the Seer — the only one trusted by the Moon Goddess herself. I’d met her once before, when she awakened Aria's powers. Her eyes had been white as frost, her voice a haunting echo that still lived in my memory.

Its body broke apart into motes of moon dust that swirled gently toward the window, vanishing into the pale morning light. For a moment, the air still hummed with Kael’s presence. Seren could feel it, almost like a final whisper brushing her thoughts. Her chest face flushed, shining beet red. That was the thing with Moon Messengers. They didn’t just carry words, they also carried emotions. And Kael’s lingering emotion was clear as daylight: Carnal thoughts. “Oh, that arrogant, infuriating, irresistible, sexy, handsome, well built , great kisser Alpha,” she muttered, dragging a hand down her face.