Mystic Messenger Saeran Novels & Stories

"Who is this Master Dutachi, Asher? And why are we seeking him out?" Asher adjusted his satchel and explained, "Master Dutachi is a renowned magician in these parts. He's known for his deep knowledge of ancient relics and artefacts, particularly those with mystical properties. We're seeking him because he might be able to guide us in our quest for the Amulet of Serapis." Elara nodded in understanding but couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. The journey was growing more intriguing by the minute, and the prospect of unlocking the amulet's power was both thrilling and daunting.

“I do not know all the details, but he has been in contact with someone outside the wolf world. Someone who offered him resources in exchange for… I am not sure what. Information, maybe. Access to something.” My blood turns cold. “Crimson Moon?” “I do not think so.” Soren frowns. “The messenger was not a wolf. The scent was different. Almost like—” “Like what?” Kael demands. “Like magic,” Soren says. “Old magic. The kind that makes your wolf want to run and hide.” Kael and I exchange a sharp look. Seraphine. “When was this?” I ask urgently. “Two days ago. The messenger came at night, met Donovan in private, and left before dawn.” Soren looks between us. “You know who it was, don’t you?”

“Thanks… but seriously, who are you?” She chuckled softly, a sound like wind chimes in moonlight. “I’m a Seer. And a messenger.” I raised a brow. “Messenger from who?” She stepped closer, lowering her voice like it was something sacred. “I once met a very good friend of yours. A warrior. Fierce, stubborn, and… extremely persistent.” My breath caught. “Rya?” “She begged me to preserve him,” the seer continued. “To keep him tethered to this world. I used an ancient binding spell, one I was forbidden to ever cast again. But for her, and for you… I did.”

I heard a familiar voice speak to me, I slowly opened my eyes and I realized I'm not in my Nana’s village anymore, in front of me stood a castle with horses and carriages that was used in ancient times, “ Where am I?” “ Welcome to the kingdom of Draco! Macy, this is where it all started,” I turned around to see the lady from earlier, standing beside me. “ You, how did we get here?” “ My name is Serai. I'm one of the last descendants of the white witches and I teleported us here with my powers.” the lady explains, “ Witch!!” I yelled surprised, “ Yes, now come on, we only have a few hours before the spell wears out, we would rather not be stuck in another dimension now,”

"Actual electrical infrastructure. The maintenance staff is going to bill someone." "Let them bill the Fenrir Pack." Seraphina chirped. Still glowing from her star turn. "They've got the Seventh Account, apparently. Oh wait-" She clapped a hand over her mouth. Mock horror. "That's Mira's money." The girls laughed. I didn't. My eyes were on the gymnasium doors. They'd swung open. A figure in midnight blue robes swept through. The Messenger from the Council of Ten. The same one who'd served me the summons.

"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.

"It's you, girl? Are you here for revenge?" However, the woman said, "I volunteered for the mission back then. I don't hate you, much less want to kill you!" Marshawn chuckled. "The extraordinary genius of the Mystics back then, attaining the status of earthbound immortal at 13 and even ascending to the rank of sage. Now, you're truly exceptional. I regret sending you to Europe, specifically to Top Jennings." The woman entered the light, revealing herself to be Marilyn. No, she was Snow, the Zenith Organization's sage!

The spirits within the manifestation exchanged looks of excitement, their once-somber expressions alight with joy. "Marek wasn't bluffing," one of them said with a chuckle. "Or maybe his childhood boasts came true. He really did take on the most gifted apprentice in the world!" "The Mount Mystic sect has a successor after all!" "Are we considered as your seniors, then?" "Don't be rude!" Brian snapped. He turned back to Aria, noticing she had more pressing matters to attend to, as indicated by the way she kept the plaque close. With a hoarse voice, he asked, "Is my apprentice doing well?"

They watch us from windows, their eyes curious. "Who are you?" an elder asks. "I am Seraphina, Queen of Silvermoon. I am looking for a wolf. A wolf who left a message on my border." The elder's face pales. "You mean the Messenger." "The Messenger?" "He is the one who serves the Unseen. He carries their messages. Their warnings." "Where is he?" "He is in the temple. At the end of the valley." The temple is ancient, its walls covered in moss. The doors are open, inviting us in.

Her gaze stopped on James, and then she said, “When did a genius who has mastered the Human Race’s primitive inscriptions appear in the Dark World?” Although her voice was rather cold, it was filled with surprise. James walked over, clasped his hands, and said, “I’m James Caden. Who are you?” The woman replied, “I’m Saeylla Haebril.” Shorru looked at her and asked, “Are you the Shadowers’ messenger?” Saeylla nodded lightly and answered, “Yes.” “I’m here to introduce this guy to the Shadowers’ Great Commander.” Shorru wasted no time to state the reason for his visit.