Saeyoung Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

Seconds later, the apparition of a purple haired, silver eyed, pale girl appeared before me. "Holy shit," Erys and Ally stared. "HOLY SHIT IT TALKS! WHAT! I CAN'T...WHAT!" I paused in mid-spazz. "My power?" Salax laughed. "She rarely speaks but yes." "Sorry," Crystalis giggled. "Yeah your power was...colorful. I love it. So I wanted you." "Colorful? I sound like a rainbow." I laughed. "I'm colorful." I noticed that Salax kept poking Ally. "Careful she has my-" I covered my mouth as Ally bit his finger. "-my defensive instinct."

(Sasu) He showed his smart-phone to Alfred, and explained it to him. “Hmmm…so, it’s similar to the magic communicator right?…but how can you receive the signal to even here…it’s only possible if the Magical Observer was online…but….that thing is already dead a few thousand years ago….hold on…Young Master…is it…”. (Alfred)

Her eyes drooped down the black envelopes that's on the center table of the hotel room. The words 'Come' written in blood-colored ink and italics were the only word that was in the back of the envelope. She doesn't need to know where that came from. Because when the organization saw her favorite color formed a word; they know where that belongs to. To the head of the organization. The devil. Misha watched as the clock strikes midnight, her eyes turned on her phone after it dings and received a text message. Her nervousness was changed into annoyance when she found out who was it from.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The astral symphony, once a harmonious dance of cosmic forces, now carried the discordant notes of an impending cosmic conflict. As I sought to decipher the cryptic message within the astral dialogues, a mysterious figure materialized from the astral mists. Clad in ethereal radiance, their form seemed to blur between the veils of reality and illusion. "The astral dialogues are the key to unlocking the mysteries of existence," the enigmatic figure declared, their words carrying a weight that echoed through the astral currents.

I feel that when the time is right for it we will reveal our truth to the coven and they will be forgiving if I can get them to understand. We close out the circle and a scent greets me…jasmine and rose with a hint of sandalwood…I turn and see a figure in misty form I can tell it is a woman, but too distorted by mist to make out details…she opens her palms and I feel another blessing run through me…stronger than any others. I lift a few inches off of the ground and feel as if moonlight shines through me on this moonless night as the wind whips around me and the world goes still. ‘I knew this day would come and I can not be here in person, so I left this piece of my essence here for you, dea

And i nodded gently and nervously. “How do you know my name?” I asked slightly surprised. “After all these years of waiting and the moon goddess gives me a worthless piece of shit like you?!” He exclaimed. “I Alpha adrian moon rejecet you Alice grey!” He said in a cold tone. I felt my hopes crashing down in just one second, my heart broke into a million pieces. I didn’t know what to say as all the sentences I tried to form are incoherent. I’ve been waiting to meet my fated mate only for him to reject me on the spot.

The words flowed effortlessly, each syllable a calculated move in the intricate game I was now determined to play. Lydia, the message began, its simplicity masking the complex web of emotions and motivations that lay beneath. Let's meet tomorrow evening at NEW Age suites. The message, brief and stark, held within it the weight of my intentions, the unspoken promise of confrontation, and the potential for everything to change. As I hit send, a mix of anticipation and dread surged through me. This was the opening gambit, the first move in a game where the stakes were higher than ever before. The next chapter of my life, the one I had meticulously planned, was about to begin.

"It's been years since I've met them, so I'd bet they're at least median Scion rank." She pursed her lips, a little embarrassed. Though she was a Saintess, she had only reached Scion rank after that trip to the eastern lands. "Ahem…" Clearing her throat, she then continued, "And then there's Yvac Lorenz, saint of the Azure Mystic Sect. The Cosmic Isle Sect has a prominent trio: Silence Sunny, Glowless Lunar, and Deep Stellar. Aside from myself, they would be the five candidates from the Sanctuary's Big Four Sects."

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