Novel & Cerita Mystic Messenger Unknown

Unlocking it, I tapped on the notification: Unknown. We need to talk. I frowned. We? Me. Who are you?. Unknown. Your question will be answered when we meet. Me. Fine. Where do we meet? Unknown. Muchita's café. Me. Be there in five. I wonder who this stranger is. I'm sure they know me somehow, for them to know my number. I'm always conscious of who I gave my number to. That was why I had two numbers. One private and one personal and this person messages me through my private number which I gave to my close friends and dad.

I pull it out from one of the back pockets, at which the screen lights up, but my face slackens when I read the two messages on it from an unknown sender: 21:35 Stay away from Priscilla. 21:37 This is my first and last warning.

Have a good night and dream of me. I reel back in surprise at the sweetness of the message. Do I have a secret boyfriend I don't know about? Me: Please, may I know who this is? Only few seconds pass before my phone vibrates again and I hurriedly open the message. Unknown number: Who do you think it is? Me: Oh I don't know, a cyber stalker? A wrong number? My great grandfather's ghost? You could be anybody. Unknown number: Your great grandfather's ghost? Seriously?! I don't even know why I'm not surprised, I'm already used to your way of thinking. Here's a hint, I'm a guy and you last saw me an hour ago.

“It was delivered by hand.” Dylan let out a slow exhale. “What are the contents?" he asked. The messenger hesitated. “It said that they should have no fear because things will remain the same,” he said. Lily nodded. There it is. “Who sent it?" she asked. The messenger swallowed hard. “It was unsigned,” he said. “Of course it was,” Lily said. She gave the messenger a slight nod and continued walking down the hallway. Dylan walked beside her. “That is an escalation,” he said.

“We are surviving. And when we strike, we will not miss.” Before anyone could respond, the heavy wooden doors of the chamber creaked open. The guards stepped aside quickly, heads lowering as a messenger hurried in. His clothes were dusty, his breath uneven, as if he had run without rest. Morwen straightened at once. “What is it?” she asked. The messenger dropped to one knee, bowing his head. “My lady. A message has arrived. Sealed and marked.” He held out a folded parchment. The wax seal bore no name, only an old symbol Morwen knew too well. Her fingers closed around it slowly.

I spent the rest of the day drawing in work, meetings as well as preparations for the upcoming events I was planning on hosting for both charity and the Art school. Deciding to let my eyes and head rest for a while, I rested my head at the back of my seat, staring up at nothing in particular. My phone beeped, probably a message from Samantha, reminding me of another meeting or something...So I thought. The message was from an unknown sender...No number was attached to it...Weird. There was a name attached to it "Secret keeper." The message was: "I know something no one knows." Short, no detail on what the secret was, nothing. There was no word about the secret but I was a bit shaken, wonderi

Unknown: mommy is mad I took her phone Unknown: please hurry Mara

He was a tether to a world that actually cared if she breathed. "I’m heading into the brush for a bit. Won't be able to reach you until seven," he messaged around four—the hour the elite packs gathered for combat drills. "But I sent a gift. Open your scrolls." She pulled up her mail on the battered tablet she’d salvaged from the Academy’s scrap heap. There it was, a new message from SinceYouDontKnowMe@lycanmail.com. She snorted. The man had a flair for the dramatic. Dear Emily,

MORRISON The message didn’t come as a surprise; it was the timing. I knew men like Jasper; they never back down, they storm and demand until they’ve gotten it. “We need to talk, you will want to hear this.” ~ Unknown contact. I stared at the screen for a second, longer than necessary. There was no name or signature. But I didn’t need one; the tone said it all. It was Jasper. My thumb hovered around the screen, not to confirm the identity, but to reply. A second message came before I could type—

A beginning. As Marcus stared at the dark crystal, a raven tapped against his window—a bird with eyes that glowed faintly silver, and tied to its leg was a message bearing the Mooncrest seal that read: "Some truths are not meant to be found, Alpha Marsh. Stop looking before you find what cannot be unseen."