Novel & Cerita Saeran Mystic Messenger

​Slowly, he rose to his full height and commanded, "Explain." ​The priests exchanged nervous, sweating glances until Elder Vareth finally gathered the courage to step forward. "My lord," he stammered, "three disciples entered the courtyard, and only this ash and empty robes remained. We know one was a high-status prodigy, yet... none of the witnesses can recall his face or his name. And... this servant was present." ​Nysera. The name immediately surfaced within Malzareth's thoughts—the failed experiment, the ongoing mystery, the child born with pure golden blood. His gaze hardened slightly. "Continue," he ordered.

He will always be my dad in my heart. When we pulled into the pack, the guards stopped us immediately. “State your names and business for being at Mystic Shadows,” one of the guards stated. Tristan opened his door and stepped out. When the guard saw who it was, his face went white. “I’m sure you know who I am. We have met before. It’s Lewis, right?” Tristan asked. The guard nodded his head, and said he remembered.

"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.

He snorted “A seer huh? When we’ve just been attacked? Right.” Serena eyed the covered bodies on the floor “I’m sorry for your loss and I see why you don’t trust me, but this is urgent. This attack is just the beginning. You need to let me see her” “You expect me to believe that?” I stepped forward. “You walk into my land with knowledge about the attacks no one else knows about and want to see my mate? That’s not going to happen” “I told you I am a seer from the goddess” Serena explained calmly, not bothered by my harsh words “Everything is tied to her. You need to let me relay my message”

It was a task fraught with uncertainty, as I had no way of knowing who could truly tap into the mystical realm and who was merely skilled in the art of deception. After days of research, I finally came across the name of a renowned Seer—a woman known for her accuracy and wisdom. Her name was Seraphina, and her reputation preceded her. The testimonials from her clients spoke of life-changing experiences, of profound insights and transformative healing. Intrigued yet skeptical, I decided to take a leap of faith and scheduled an appointment with her.

"It's... it's about these strange occurrences. And the necklaces. My uhm friend, Isabella, and I found them, and ever since—" "Show me the necklaces," Madame Serena instructed, her eyes narrowing slightly. She knew deep down Jennifer was lying about her relationship with Isabella. Jennifer fumbled in her bag and pulled out her necklaces. The intricate designs and the faint, otherworldly glow seemed to capture the seer's full attention. Madame Serena's eyes grew wider as she recognized. "These pieces of jewelry are far from ordinary," she whispered. “They are mystical objects designed to connect spirits and uncover concealed realities.”

"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!

“Y-you…!” Ana grinned and let out a sigh, her appetite diminishing even further. “Well, allow me to introduce myself,” Ana said, extending her hand towards them and gently removing the mask that concealed her face. “I am Ana Mystica, and I’ve returned.” Mateo's and Chloe's eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at the figure standing before them. It was the person they believed to be long gone, the person they thought was dead. “N-no way… I-It can’t be…”

There is no certainty that they will recover without the help of the witch, and we had no idea where she currently resides. “I understand. I think I know why he told you to contact me. I am known as the messenger. It is the equivalent of a historian but for supernatural beings. I can help you throughout this journey that you are currently on. I can answer all of your questions and most importantly, I can train you to manage your abilities. Remember, you cannot trust anyone and everyone, not even Dimitri I am afraid.”

This an opportunity to lay his foundation in his old world, not only those flicks of lights have teleportation property but a kind of space and time abilities mixt with it, its fascinating to think that he can establish his rouling domain in the world of the past under every one of those wanna be noses while using their superstitions against them as a starting point. ‘Only if I can control this ability to follow wherever and whenever my desire wish to go, but alas …. sigh!!’. Slightly frustrated by his shortcoming,he divided some of his aura that was mixed with his will and make it enter these shiny thinks that are like fireflies hovering around him that were and still two creature that can