Vanderwood Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

“This was a message, a very clear and deliberate one too. They were sent by someone who doesn’t need wealth.” A cold shiver worked through me. “Who?” For a moment, he didn’t answer, clenching his fists by his sides in frustration. Then he spat the name like venom. “Vander.” Vander? The lost brother with a vandena against him? Of course it was. Before I could ask more, Damian pulled out his phone. Then he pulled it to his ear and started a call. I couldn’t make out all the words he said, but his tone was urgent, just a little.

Madison blushed and stood up from her seat far away from mine and brought the laptop closer. She placed it before me and I turned it around admiring it. It was Maddie's favorite color, light purple. It was a M3 Max MacBookPro. “Hell! This costs $7,000 Maddie. How did you get it?" I was surprised. Maddie blushed and sat in front of me. I thought it was from a secret admirer so I winked at her and asked her who it was from. Maddie was hesitant but she finally spilled. “Mr Damien got it for me. He had one of his driver's get it delivered yesterday".

Ezra added. "Will do!" Howard affirmed with a nod. 30 minutes later, Mystical Chubby hit the brakes hard, pulling up at the gates of the Mendorra war department.

"Who sent you?" "I don't know," the messenger replied honestly, her teeth clicking together from the cold. "A lady met me in a parking garage off Route 9, upstate, in the middle of the storm. She was wearing a heavy dark coat with a hood pulled so low I couldn't see her face. She didn't give a name. She just handed me the envelope, a stack of hundred dollar bills, and this address. She told me to tell you that this was your only shield."

> **24 Missed Calls: Sarah (Agency Relations)** > **11 Unread Text Messages** > Liam’s throat went dry as sandpaper. He swiped the screen open, his fingers trembling slightly as he read the top message sent exactly seven minutes ago: > *SARAH: Look at the news. Now. Marcus Vance just dropped the second video. The network is calling an emergency review meeting at the TD Garden rink in thirty minutes. If Jaxson isn't there in full gear, the Warriors are scratching him for tonight's game.*

During my first week with Xanders Financial I became friends with not only Missy, my assistant, but also Steven, who is also a manager in sales like myself. The three of us settled into what one could call a normal routine. For the last three weeks, every morning Missy has a venti caramel macchiato waiting for me as I walk through the door at 7:30am each day. Missy found that she didn’t mind the early hour and half that I came in before anyone else. It also gives us a chance to catch up on things that occurred after we said our goodbyes the previous day. After about twenty minutes of general chit chat, we began our day, me going over any accounts that were placed on my desk after I left the

They both knew it was rude of them not to see their guess off, so whether Macey was still carrying her son, she doesn't really care, she had to walk Mr and Mrs Vanderwood out of the compound. Macey rushed out of the sitting room with Anna and they soon catched up with Mr and Mrs Vanderwood. They told them they just wanted to see them off, and the couple just smiled at them and they started walking out of the compound together. The couple had actually parked their car outside the compound, so they saw them to the very spot the car was, and waved them farewell, as they got into the car and drove off immediately. Macey sighed softly and turned around as she and Anna started returning back into

It wasn’t what she thought it was. "There's something I need to...” I began speaking, but just before I could finish my statement, a loud bang echoed through the room, shifting everyone’s gaze to where the sound came from. Gasps echoed throughout the room. A messenger stood at the entrance, breathing heavily as though he had run across thousands of miles before he got there. And it wasn’t just an ordinary messenger. It was Grimshaw Voss, the bearer of bad news. Anytime he appeared, we all knew something terrible was about to unfold.

She was curious to know what was going on, after sending her troops inside, she went to meet with the guest. “Who are you and who have you come to see?” She asked him. “I am messenger Stanley, from the silver pack, I come bearing a message for alpha Walden of the night shadow pack.” “And who is this message from?” “It’s from the silver pack’s alpha Damian ma’am.” She held out her hand, “give it to me.” The messenger shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t do that ma’am; I am supposed to give this letter to alpha Walden by hand.”

She glanced at the Prince who was staring at her with disdain. “Your highness, I am Misha, the high-ranking messenger sent by Minister Hazper to bring the note to the Royal Cavalry Captain. While I was taking the route of Madin, there was an ambush. The Viraiz Savages raided your lowly servant. They took all that I had including the Royal Note. Your servant was helpless at the barren land of Madin. But the Mercenary, whose name is Marsden has helped your servant. I had only gained my consciousness yesterday, and it was late for me to bring the news to the Royal Cavalry Captain.”