Mystic Messenger Saeran Novels & Stories

She curtsies and bows low before rising and saying, “Thank you. I am Mystia, the high elder of the Spirit of the Crescent Moon coven. I have been waiting for what seems like many lifetimes for someone with enough determination, enough power and enough love for my granddaughter to access the tree of connections and then follow her connection and break that lock. I tried everything, but no matter what I did was never enough.” “It’s nice to meet you, Mystia. My name is Yasmine, and this is Zachariah…”

He snorted “A seer huh? When we’ve just been attacked? Right.” Serena eyed the covered bodies on the floor “I’m sorry for your loss and I see why you don’t trust me, but this is urgent. This attack is just the beginning. You need to let me see her” “You expect me to believe that?” I stepped forward. “You walk into my land with knowledge about the attacks no one else knows about and want to see my mate? That’s not going to happen” “I told you I am a seer from the goddess” Serena explained calmly, not bothered by my harsh words “Everything is tied to her. You need to let me relay my message”

It was a task fraught with uncertainty, as I had no way of knowing who could truly tap into the mystical realm and who was merely skilled in the art of deception. After days of research, I finally came across the name of a renowned Seer—a woman known for her accuracy and wisdom. Her name was Seraphina, and her reputation preceded her. The testimonials from her clients spoke of life-changing experiences, of profound insights and transformative healing. Intrigued yet skeptical, I decided to take a leap of faith and scheduled an appointment with her.

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

Merlin says turning one over in his hand, Connor tips an imaginary hat. “I specialise in glamours, but I am a Totem-Witch at heart. I can make any number of things.” He looks to Ash and Kai, “And we all need to hear her voice again.” Connor sniffs and Serena puts a hand on his shoulder. He nods and Merlin takes one of them and puts it in a pocket,

And i nodded gently and nervously. “How do you know my name?” I asked slightly surprised. “After all these years of waiting and the moon goddess gives me a worthless piece of shit like you?!” He exclaimed. “I Alpha adrian moon rejecet you Alice grey!” He said in a cold tone. I felt my hopes crashing down in just one second, my heart broke into a million pieces. I didn’t know what to say as all the sentences I tried to form are incoherent. I’ve been waiting to meet my fated mate only for him to reject me on the spot.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

Her long hair was the color of ash, her eyes were deep violet and it looked like she doesn't blink much. She wore layers of silver chains and carried a staff carved with symbols I didn’t recognize. “Alpha Silas,” she said, bowing her head slightly. “You called.” “I did,” I said. “Thank you for coming, Dark Mage.” “They call me Selara now,” she said in a quiet voice. “What task would you have of me?” I gave her a small smile. “There is a boy in my dungeon. His name is Auren. He is the son of Alpha Ezekiel.”

“What about Rhobart’s memories? The ones you altered?” “I will have to touch him. And I don’t think that will happen soon,” the Seer replied. “Ayla! Where are you?” Rhobart’s voice sounded closer. “I have to go,” the Seer said. “When will I see you again, Seer?” “My name is Sarya. I will visit you in your dreams soon. Now go to your n’alxa!” the Seer turned into a white owl and flew away.

There is no certainty that they will recover without the help of the witch, and we had no idea where she currently resides. “I understand. I think I know why he told you to contact me. I am known as the messenger. It is the equivalent of a historian but for supernatural beings. I can help you throughout this journey that you are currently on. I can answer all of your questions and most importantly, I can train you to manage your abilities. Remember, you cannot trust anyone and everyone, not even Dimitri I am afraid.”