Vanderwood Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

Let's go for that shopping trip for real next time. Moments later... Ding! Madison checked her phone and received this message. 'It's a deal, Madison. Have a good night.'

His lips thinned instantly as he picked up the intercom. “Madison, respond to the email on my behalf. I will be there at the exact time.” “Yes, sir,” Madison responded from her side of the intercom, heaving a sigh of relief. She was equally expectant to hear a response from the MRAB Group, and this seemed like a pleasant Friday night surprise since the meeting was on Monday morning. As Madison was drafting the response on her computer, a message popped up on her phone. ‘Do you believe in ghosts? Call this number when you get home and don’t ask who.’

I heard that most rogue attacks happened there, so I expected little from our duty there. "I'm gonna miss my dog," someone behind me whispered. Most were grumbling about the things they'd miss once we were assigned to the homestead. I could relate somehow. Once I got there, it would be even farther from our house and my mother. "Is everyone here?" Zayn asked after he entered the community bus. He looked around and then caught my eye. "Coraline, come sit beside me," he said, patting the seat next to him. I shook my head. Seeing my reluctance, he sighed and moved to sit beside me instead.

She didn’t let him take it yet, holding the edge while she gave the last piece: “There’s a courier,” she said. “Young, clean, forgettable in the way stagehands train themselves to be. He goes by Noah on the gig apps, Nico when Merritt’s in the room. Same messenger bag every time. He picks up from the storage unit and delivers to two places—an editorial assistant’s mailbox in a mid-rise off Eighth, and a private coworking space that sells itself as creative incubator but rents desks to panic. I’ve seen him twice at the café on Seventh with a woman who laughs like she’s apologizing for being smart.”

When I believed I had gotten everything I could out of Messenger, I sent him back to his cell. He was definitely in pain and the Warrior retrieving him seemed happy to make it a little worse. The Warrior grabbed him by the shoulder I had broken, guiding him with a firm hand and a big smile. After he was gone, I turned to Aidan. "This is the best intel we have gotten. I need the notes typed and sent encrypted to these three email addresses as soon as possible. Can you make that happen?"

Mason whispered, “No…” Eva turned toward him. “What?” Mason stared at the phone. “That company was shut down twenty years ago.” Adrian's eyes narrowed. “Apparently it wasn't.” Daniel looked at the screen again. “There is one more thing.” “What?” “The message came with a name.” Eva's pulse quickened. “What name?” Daniel turned the phone around. A single line appeared. N.H. Eva stared at it. “New Haven.” Mason shook his head.

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

We also visited Rogers pack and had a meeting with all the pack members, I introduced myself and explained my visions and thankfully no one doubted or was wary or suspicious of me and they all listened and worked hand in hand to prepare just in case things go South for the pack still, I even sent thirty of my own warriors to aide them and stay there until we give the okay for them to return to our pack, I packed the serum and brought them along with us, January has been a bundle of nerves since yesterday but I’m keeping close to her. I am hoping that no one at the retreat would know that I am a Mystic and create any unnecessary problems for us there or start a whole kidnapping plot because I

he said firmly, turning toward the door with a sense of urgency. But I followed. At the gate, a small group of guards gathered around a mysterious stranger...a rogue messenger, with torn clothes and his hands tied. He smelled of smoke and blood. When he looked up, his eyes met mine...they were wild and feverish, full of intensity. Damon stepped in front of me instantly, his Alpha aura filling the air like thunder. “Who sent you?” The messenger’s voice was hoarse, broken. “I bring a message… from Alpha Zac RedMoon.”

Nia’s phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand, pulling her from a fitful sleep. The clock read 2:17 AM, the D.C. skyline a blur of lights beyond her apartment window. She fumbled for the device, squinting at the unknown number. The message was terse: Whistleblower has docs on Harlan Arms. Meet at the old warehouse on 14th and M, 3 AM. Come alone. -V. Her stomach twisted. Vardo. The hideout he’d mentioned before, a forgotten relic from his early dealings, now a bolt-hole for crises.