Saeran Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

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

“There are many prophecies written or told generation after generation. Some, like the one about the Scorpion and the Dagger, came to be, but this is the first time I have heard this prophecy. You say that you learned of it from your dreams?” Ayla knew how crazy it sounded. “Yes. I see many things in my dreams, but most of them are sent to me by Sarya.” “Sarya, as in the Snow Elves Ambassador and the strongest Seer in the last thousand years?” asked the Arch-Mage. Ayla blinked several times. “Sarya is an ambassador?” She wondered what else Sarya was hiding from her and if she was indeed trustworthy. “Yes, she is talking about Sarya Valeth,” Milton confirmed to the Arch-Mage.

Sebastian smiled coldly and asked, "Who says I'm a Warrior? Don't you use your brain? Don't you know that the civilization of Dramon has thrived for 5,000 years with mystic spells and profound magic?" He made a seal with his hands, and a blue paper charm appeared out of thin air. "Huh?" The Dark Knight drew in a sharp breath and stared at Sebastian in disbelief as he said, "You… you're a mystic sect Sage?"

“What the hell was that?” I couldn’t answer. My throat was too tight, my chest too heavy. Because I understood. That hadn’t been a rescue. That had been a message. Theo had crossed into Damien’s territory. And Damien did not share. ----- End of Chapter Seven ✨

And yet, when he reached for her hand, she did not pull away. “I don’t even know who you really are,” she whispered. “You will,” Kaelen promised, though shadows crossed his expression. “But not tonight.” They were interrupted by the flutter of wings. A falcon landed on the fountain’s edge, its feathers streaked with ash, a scroll bound tightly to its leg. Serenya froze. Few dared use such messengers; they were reserved for secrets too perilous to entrust to couriers. Kaelen caught the bird, untying the parchment with swift fingers. His eyes scanned the words, and his face hardened.

Precise. “Mirelle,” the voice said. “High Archon of the Concord.” Sébastien made an appreciative noise. “Direct possession. Classy.” Lucien’s hand flexed near his sword. “End it.” “No,” I said sharply. “Let her talk. I want the receipts.” The possessed courier raised his head. His eyes reflected faint silver sigils now, flickering under his pupils like corrupted overlays. “Samantha Hale,” Mirelle’s voice purred through him. “Or should I say… Your Majesty.”

I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. One of the healers, a tall figure with a hooded cloak, (forgive me, I do forget their names from time to time) stepped forward and spoke with a daunting voice. "Theo, you have been chosen as the message bearer. It is your duty to deliver this crucial information to the chosen one." I nodded as my eyes locked with the healer's. "I understand. Please, tell me where I can find the ring of Lythian." The healer raised a hand, and suddenly, a holographic projection of a map materialized in the air before us. It displayed tortuous symbols and markings, indicating hidden pathways and secret locations.

He answered and kept the questions to itself before following Saiya. "How does it feel using Azul's ability?" The lady asked him as they walk towards the woods of Markimstin, the largest forest of the Horalian Kingdom. "I feel heavy, My Lord. Maybe because I have blood and flesh right now." "Endure it for the meantime. Until we get to the place Samu arranged for us," Saiya whispered as they both got nearer the forest. Samu is one of her Shadow Soldiers that she extracted from the villagers of Chaaya. Before she ordered her knights to inspect the village they had just come from, she dispatched Samu to investigate Markimstin in advance.

Maybe I can fight my battles with Sera in my corner, and survive the fires ahead. The next morning, as I open my laptop to work on a new coding project with Sera, an encrypted message pops up on my screen, the sender is anonymous, but the subject line reads: “I’LL SEE YOU SOON, NORA MELIŚ.”

I just nod and walk over to where Mystique is sitting on the floor on a rug with some decorative cushings spread around . Sitting opposite her with my legs crossed mirroring how she sits . Ezekiel and Mama sit to the side watching with a keen eye . “First we must learn how to meditate and remove ourselves from the now take our subconscious selfs to the Astral plane . The Astral plane is how we move and find what and who we want to communicate with . At first we can only hold it a few seconds but the better we get , the stronger we are the longer we can hold that form” Myst says as we sit across from each other .