Mystic Messenger Unknown Messages Novels & Stories

A new message appeared from an unknown number: " I see you’ve returned… tread carefully, Selene."

"My professional opinion is that you've been staring at walls for months.” I ignored him and he sighed. Then his phone buzzed and a second later mine did too. Rowan frowned. "That's strange." Yes, it was. The route used to send the message wasn't one of our normal intelligence channels. I pulled out the device and checked it. The message was short, anonymous and untraceable. It was exactly the kind of thing that usually went straight into the trash. My eyes scanned the text. “Christine Hale is becoming established in Moonfall.

New message, unknown sender. Impressive. Want to go pro? I have connections. I stare at it for a long moment. A slow smile pulls at my lips. I delete the message, but before the app closes I save the address to a hidden folder. We’ll see.

"Why?" Bianca looked at the tablet in Leo’s hand. A new message was scrolling across the screen. UNKNOWN SIGNAL DETECTED. ORIGIN: ANTARCTICA. MESSAGE: 'ARE YOU STILL THERE?'

Messages, images, and conversations unveiled themselves, each like a piece of a fragmented puzzle waiting to be assembled. And then, there it was—an innocuous icon representing a messaging app, filled with the secrets that had eluded me. My trembling fingers tapped on it, revealing a string of conversations between Alpha Nate and an unknown woman.

A new message popped up from an unknown number. Unknown: Library basement. Midnight. Bring the edited chapter notes. Don't be late, sweetpea.

Like mild chaos was just another item on his mental checklist. Lucas, meanwhile, bounced enthusiastically on his toes, eyes bright as he watched the snow swirl around us. He looked like he had personally ordered it. “Snow means hot chocolate,” he announced with absolute certainty. Julien glanced down at him. “Eventually,” he said, tone indulgent. Lucas accepted this with a nod, clearly satisfied that his priorities had been acknowledged. I pulled my phone from my pocket, fingers already cold, and checked the screen. The signal flickered uncertainly. Notifications lagged, loading with painful slowness. I refreshed my hotel booking once. Then again. And again.

She glanced at it, her brow furrowing. “It’s a message from an unknown number,” she said, holding it up. “Blocked ID.” Jeremy leaned closer to read the screen. It was a simple message, no name, no greeting: "Tell Jeremy the past is never really gone. It always finds a way back. — M." Jeremy’s blood ran cold. “M?” he repeated. “Margaret?,” “Or Monica,” Leah added grimly. “Take your pick.” They stared at the message for a long time.

A text message from an unknown number. *I don't have to come over; you're the one who'll come to me.*

When I come out, let's decide the winner. With that in mind, Caspian chuckled and took out two special-colored messengers from his storage pouch. Ordinary messengers were blue or white. The messengers in Caspian's hand were bright yellow, and there was a very eye-catching red line on the surface. This sort of messenger transmission information could not be restricted by certain spaces. For example, a normal messenger could not reach Earlington of Efrax Sect from Myriad Demons Burial Ground. Telephatic jades of Caspian and Jessica could not transmit information in such a situation where they almost crossed space.