Saeran Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

The doors sprang open before I could say anything further about the situation. With haste, a messenger bearing the emblem of the Stonefang Pack—the same pack that had not shown up on time—entered. He had a sealed scroll in his hands. He headed straight to where Amanda and Ariel were sitting. The gathering leaders felt a wave of interest and amazement as the room became quiet. Everyone turned to face the messenger, and as everyone's attention returned to the unexpected presence, the muttering stopped. Ariel's eyes darted to the scroll as a sinister grin appeared on her face. "Well, this is... unexpected," she murmured as she reached for it, her gaze almost predatory.

"My wolf is with you until the ground drinks our blood." Even though Jessa wasn't looking directly at my face, his sharp instincts guided his hand into his leather pouch, pulling out a clean strip of cloth and pressing it into my palm to dry my cheeks. Suddenly, a heavy rustle in the thickets behind us made our ears snap backward, and a scent of old parchment and betrayal flooded the clearing as a shadowed messenger stepped into the light, holding a signed piece of parchment stamped with the secret seal of the Cic Forest Marker.

CHAPTER ONE People think I am blind, but I'm not. I can clearly see people that I have to close my eyes to avoid what I don't want to see. My father said my vision was a blessing, but I think it's a curse. It's a well-kept secret from my family. I, Samantha Grey, am a seer.

Silence overwhelmed them, but a sudden gust of wind that swept through the trees bolted through the silence. Ophelia’s expression softened as she stepped closer. “Close your eyes.” “Why?” “Just close them,” she said firmly, and he obeyed. “Now breathe very calmly.” He inhaled slowly and exhaled. “Breathe again and then listen carefully.” He obeyed, his hands by his sides. “Listen not only with your ears but with everything. Our kind has so many abilities that are so useful; the only thing that matters is how we use them and control them.”

Nathan shoved off the fence, storming away before he did something stupid—like punch his packmate for implying Rita was anything less than perfect. His phone buzzed. His father’s name flashed on the screen. "I’ll be in New York this weekend," his dad said without preamble. "We need to talk." Nathan’s stomach dropped. He knew. Rita The hidden wing of the library was quieter than usual, the air thick with the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Rita traced the spine of the book Derek had handed her—Lunar Channeling: A Witch’s Guide to Moon Magic. "This is incredible," she murmured, flipping to a page detailing how to store lunar energy in physical vessels. "Gogo never taught me this."

“Young Mistress.” I looked at both my tamed beasts, but noticed the voice in my head wasn't coming from them. I softly inquired who it was; the voice calmly explained; it was none other than the Mystical Beast of Illusions, whom I'll henceforth name MBI for short. MBI slowly explained to me: “You're in an illusionary world. It's hard to tell if this world once existed, but one thing's for sure... that crimson-eyed tiger was a mystical beast. While inside your arerat symbol, I came to understand that you're gifted with the ability of absorbing mystical beasts.

Michael felt upset and also stood up. “Sir, 270 dollars in total.” Said the waiter. Michael paid the bill and walked away. However, the waiter stopped him and said, “Sir, you leave something here,” Michael looked to the table where the waiter pointed and saw an amulet. He frowned immediately. “It’s her,” Michael murmured. The driver appeared at 6 pm. Lendon didn’t come today, so Kendra felt much relaxed. When they went back to the castle, it was almost dark.

“The pulse beneath the ground. The pull. It wasn’t just magic—it was old magic. Bound to this place. Someone’s been trying to wake it.” They both turned as a soft rustle came from deeper within the ruins. Another figure emerged—this one unexpected. Tall, cloaked, but with a familiar presence. Selene stiffened. “You shouldn’t be here.” The figure lowered their hood, revealing Maelis, the high seer of the Eastern Sanctum—a woman sworn to neutrality, to watching but never interfering. Her eyes, pale like clouded glass, fixed on Selene with unnerving clarity. “And yet here I am.”

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.

“You interrupt the devil’s work as you need to reap what you sow. The souls that I will be working for a year now will bind you to me. You will be my eyes, my ears, and my weapon of the future as a rare find of a seer. From now on, I am your master as you are my familiar, your destiny lies unto my hand, Misha.” With her vision that slowly blurs and finally turns blank, she only manages to whisper the name. “Arius.”