Mystic Messenger Saeran Novels & Stories

“Who was he?” Tyr Summers asked. Master Kassius replied, “His name was Master Audric, the most eminent monk in the north a hundred years ago. After his death and ascension to heaven, he left behind a Sarira, which can suppress all evil spirits in this world.” Tyr’s body trembled involuntarily. He opened the intricate religious box in his hand subconsciously. He saw the content of the box was a thumb-sized relic.

“The product of Seraneth must mate the product of Zalkhar.” A chill skated down her spine again now that she was reading it while she was calm. That name—Seraneth. It was no longer just a figment from her dreams. The same woman the dream-man had urged her to seek forgiveness from. That couldn’t be a coincidence. Not now that the name appeared on an enchanted scroll dropped into her life like a storm.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, the room suddenly lit up. "I am not supposed to return yet but I wanted to talk to you." I know that voice. Before I turn, I needed to swallow hard. Keeping my head down, I turn to Serra, the Priestess of the East. "How may I be of assistance, my priestess?" "One question," she uttered and I found the courage to raise my head, only to have met her fierce eyes and I immediately looked down. "What became of your cheerful face? Are you still mourning for Clairra's death?"

He raised his hand and the weapon flew back into his grasp and he ran after them. Not having any other choice, the kids got in the stranger's car and he drove away fast enough to avoid being caught by the assassin. "Are you guys okay?" The stranger asked. "Yeah, thanks for helping us," Joe said, out of breath. "Who are you and who was that person that was chasing us?" Lydia asked from behind. "My name's Micah Jameson and that person that was chasing you was a Ginx," Michael said. "A what?" Kurt asked. "A Ginx. A magical warrior from Troleyadia, sent here to find the twin seeds of Eyah and by the looks of it, kill them," Micah said.

"It's... it's about these strange occurrences. And the necklaces. My uhm friend, Isabella, and I found them, and ever since—" "Show me the necklaces," Madame Serena instructed, her eyes narrowing slightly. She knew deep down Jennifer was lying about her relationship with Isabella. Jennifer fumbled in her bag and pulled out her necklaces. The intricate designs and the faint, otherworldly glow seemed to capture the seer's full attention. Madame Serena's eyes grew wider as she recognized. "These pieces of jewelry are far from ordinary," she whispered. “They are mystical objects designed to connect spirits and uncover concealed realities.”

"Are you messing with me?" At this moment, a Path Seeking Sect elder walked over. His name was Seamus Murray, known as the Celestial Sea Scholar, and he was a renowned talisman master within the Path Seeking Sect. He was wearing a blue robe and appeared to be in his 40s. He was Dorian's nemesis. Seeing that Dorian seemed to have a talisman placed on him, Seamus said with some disdain, "Tsk, tsk, what a pathetic sight. He can't even find a talisman stuck on his own body."

There were cars from one side to the other, which made the girl cover her ears for the lack of habit with the noise. Also, there were several shops illuminated with colored lights that sold various things, from food to clothes and trinkets. However, something caught Sera’s attention. A small coffee maker called Mystic Coffee, a place that looked cozy and cute with a dark blue facade with golden stars. Sera sat in the comfortable blue armchair and first picked up a menu. She pointed to a simple cappuccino and paid an amount she couldn’t tell if it was fair or not. The money the old man kept had been useful after all.

"And who might you be?" Since she'd arrived yesterday, Saeris had been stared at, whispered about, threatened, and treated like a performing monkey. All of the attention had begun to chafe. But Thorold's curiosity bore no malice. A childish inquisitiveness radiated from him as he circled a table and came to stand on the other side of it. So she laid it on thick. "I'm Saeris Windemere of Greenvale Pack. Vaelen’s Mate."

I leaned into his palm as he cupped my cheek. “You saved me,” he whispered. “I tried.” His brow creased slightly, like he remembered something just beyond reach. “Do you remember… the bond? Before Morganna twisted it?” “I do.” “It was more than curse and cage.” “It was connection.” His eyes softened. “And maybe… it still is.” Fenton cleared his throat, almost apologetically. “I’ll give you two a moment.” He stepped back, but not before pausing at the threshold. “There’s a seer on her way from the South,” he said. “She crossed the border at dawn. Says she has a message for Arielle of Flame.”

Lifting my arm I furrowed my brow at what looked like my aura shimmering golden and another sigil ignited on my bicep, I was baffled. “Maybe I'm going to blow up like a dying star,” I mumbled with concern but Lark came to my side with my daughter. “Mystic is telling me that you're becoming the Sacred Shewolf. All will bow to you, Mom!” She squealed ecstatically. Twirling my index finger in the air I said, “Goody.” But when the young elf prince reached out to touch my cheek my eyes widened at the lyrical language he spoke. “What did he say?” I asked Mister Skinner.