Vanderwood Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

He was still a stranger to her about a week ago and if she was to consider their encounters along with her believe in destiny, she wasn’t liking how this was going. She enters her car and drives off to the hospital, already to get her day started and in approximately fifteen minutes, she was entering the familiar hallway that led to her office. “Morning miss Davenport.” Macy, Anna’s assistant was seated at the entrance of Anna’s office with two cups of drinks in front of her- a hot coffee and an iced Americano. She was just the best in Anna’s eyes as she knew Anna had often started her day with a cold drink. “You’re looking good as usual Macy,” She compliments her hard-working assistant as s

My adrenaline was sky-high, and I was pissed that I’d turned my back on the fourth guy. “Hey, I’m Whitman,” one of the fighters said, and sat on a chair in the corner. I turned toward him and held my hand out. “Kai.” We shook hands, and he smiled. “Who are you up against?” he asked me, as I placed my phone and wallet in the locker. “Some guy named Falcon,” I said. “And you?” “Falcon?” he asked me, with big eyes. “Do you know him?” “He’s some crazy guy from Montana. He’s been overseas and hasn’t lost a fight yet,” he said, and I smiled.

Matthias's pov The messenger arrived at the gate mid-morning. Ryder brought me the news in the training yard, where I had been running the senior warriors through a formation drill that had been sloppy for two weeks and was finally starting to tighten. He waited at the edge of the grounds until I called a break and came to him. "Silverpine messenger," he said. "Formal. Carrying a sealed letter. Says it's from the Elder council." I looked at him.

He even talked to her yesterday, but choose not to disclose their conversation. “Don’t worry, she is learning faster. I am looking into it.” His assurance was calming my body, but my heart wasn’t stable at all. Finishing my drinks, I walked up to the door. If I stay back for longer; her sleep will get disturbed without me. Abandoning their mugs, they followed me to leave, but Waylen stopped us. A moment later, a vampire messenger came holding a long cylinder of letters. He handed it to Waylen and left, bowing down at me. Kendric had sent it.

I reached for it before the second buzz. The subject line sat at the top of the screen like it had been waiting for me to look. URGENT: Marwood Family Matters. My thumb hesitated, then opened the message. There was only one line inside. Meet me at the city pier at 7 a.m. Friday, alone. I stared at the words until they blurred. There was no name. No signature. No number tha t told me who had sent it. Just the old name in the subject and the place where the water met the docks.

he called, voice cracking, “a man from another city seeks an audience. He bears a message. He is not from here.” Silence. For one terrible moment, they thought Vanguard might kill him for speaking. Then a voice thundered from inside. “Bring him.” The guards exhaled shakily. They ushered the messenger forward. He knelt immediately, head bowed, hands extended. In them lay a scroll bound in red silk and sealed with gold thread. Vanguard stopped pacing. He stared at the seal. His fingers trembled slightly as he took it. “Leave us,” he ordered. The guards fled.

His name’s Eric, one of Brayden’s trusted men. “Let’s go?” With a nod, the car took off and after half an hour, they were facing Brayden at the Black Wolves’ main house. “What is it that you really needed to tell me right away?” – Brayden asked, slightly annoyed. The messenger didn’t utter a word. Instead, he handed Brayden the phone he was holding. Brayden whispered something to the lady sitting on his lap and she got up. Before she can walk away, Brayden pulled her closer for one more kiss.

“Can’t show up himself but sends a damn messenger.” “Are you sure your safe?” “Yeah. Honestly, even a messenger is safer than being alone,” I say with a chuckle. I pull the car into the driveway. “I have to go. I’ll call you later?” “I’ll be here.” “Thank you.” I hang up the phone and get out of my car. “Saraphina Morgan?” The messenger asks. I see the label of prospect on his cut as he approaches.

Mack was just regaining consciousness when his phone alerted him of an incoming message. He had a throbbing headache and he had to take a couple of minutes to clear the fog from his head. By the time he recieved the message, he was fully awake and in pain. The message was from Sierra letting him know that Madison was safe and sound, in Xavier's vehicle and the combination to the doors was 5-6-7-3-8-2. Mack finally was able to let out a breath in relief!

Someone who could easily feed him information without knowing who it was for. Victor smiled faintly as he typed a message: > “Got a little job for you. Pays well. Need some info on Jace Maddox's upcoming schedule. Keep it quiet.” He hit send and leaned back in his seat. Everything was falling into place.