Vanderwood Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

He wrote with a steady hand, his determination evident in every stroke of the pen: "To my trusted pack members, The time has come for us to act. Zyra needs our support, and I intend to provide it. Prepare yourselves for a journey. In two days, we will attend the birthday ceremony of Cade's father. There, we will ensure that Zyra is safe and secure under our protection. We move at dawn on the day of the ceremony. - Marcus" He sealed the letter and walked over to a small cage on his desk. Inside was a sleek black bird, specially trained for delivering messages. This bird was Marcus' personal messenger, known for its reliability and speed.

It works briefly, but the pain never really truly goes away. I shook myself from my detrimental thoughts, This was going to be a long ass car ride if I couldn’t get my shit together. I decided to g****e the Vanderwoods and just see what else I might be able to find out. My mouth fell open when I saw that in three days they were holding their annual Vanderwood ball at the Vanderwood Estates in Maine.

he repeated. “If… if he doesn’t work here, then how can you help me?” I asked a little impatiently. He raised a brow at me but he didn’t say anything. I realized he wasn’t going to give me any information. “Mr. Van Woodsen…” I started. “This guy that we’re talking about… Ryder Van Woodsen?” The guy nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.” I already felt like I was about to hyperventilate any minute. “You see… I met a guy a couple of months ago… he introduced himself as Ryder. We had a little arrangement… I've been trying to call him today, but got his voicemail.”

“I have to go for make-up now. But, I’m sending you something on your phone. See you later.” They ended the call and his phone then beeped. He opened the photo she sent, and it was her wearing an embroidered, transparent, sexy split lingerie set that had some lacework. He knew that she currently shooting for a bridal undergarment set. “Sir?” He looked up and saw Debra again, holding a small box. “Mr. Madison just sent over a Chevrolet Corvette C8 Stingray Ceramic Matrix Grey Signature,” she said and handed it to him. “It’s currently park at your parking floor along with the other four you got.”

Maurice was a friend he had met unexpectedly during one of his Young Master’s secret trips. He had saved him from an attack when he was disguised as Ethan for him to travel back home safely after a hostile takeover of a company who had tried to use a woman to deceive him. “Yes I do,” Maurice smirked happily, “this time, your message will be delivered and be ready my friend. You may fall over at what I’m about to tell you.” “I’m going to introduce you to the best secret delivery service ever based in the city of Sunnybrook. Only known to but a few and very efficient with a hundred percent success rate.”

Also, he was the hot mysterious stranger I had bumped into yesterday. I had noticed him at the center table in the cafeteria yesterday, and he vanished when the chimerachronus arrived in the hall. He looked grumpy as fuck, yet undeniably attractive. "I didn't say anything about him yesterday because there was no reason to, but here's a quick info about him," Riley said, and I nodded, listening. "Golden boy of Mystic Academy, captain of the hockey team, won many trophies for the team, walking red flags, and one of the few boys you need to stay away from after Lia," she said.

As for Maddy…he suspected that the only reason she hadn’t offered her loyalty to Rose was that she was following Amber’s lead, just like always. Damon’s re-entry brought him out of his thoughts. “You have the phone?” He nodded. “The message is right there.” Maverick spluttered. “What do you mean the message is there? I didn’t send him any message, dammit.” “Well it’s right there in your Sent box,” said Vilkas. Maverick snatched the phone, read the message and his face reddened. “Then someone else must have sent it. I didn’t. Why would I? Why would anyone even lie to you about Stephan wanting to talk to you?”

Madison's POV I stared at the delivered message in horror. This doesn't make any sense, I sent the message on the day of Xavier's funeral, I wanted to be sure that I was dreaming all along but now, what the fuck is going on here. I needed someone to talk with so I drove to Violet's house even though it was late. She is the only person I could talk with and would really understand how I feel. The moment I arrived she opened the door, I entered the house and threw my bag on her couch.

After the investigation, the Outlaws Department realized that the mastermind was a very important and powerful person, so they did not dare to investigate further and closed the case hastily. There was even an official stamp below. [Logan Crawford, Mystic Rank Warden of the Prison Tribunal!] Madison’s eyes widened in shock. Was this not their leader and the person whom she respected and admired? “That’s impossible…” Madison could not believe it. “This is taken from the repository of the Outlaws Department. It has your department’s official stamp. I didn’t just make it up,” said Dustin. Madison’s face froze.

“I will never doubt your loyalty again. How are things going?” “They are going slow,” Madison replied. “I never thought I’d be in a wheelchair at the age of twenty-six, but it’s my new reality. Dr. Yvonne has been a Godsend, though. Of course, Paul has been wonderful.” Madison looked over at Paul and smiled. “Oh, Nathan,” Morgan said. “Do you think I can hitch a ride with you up to Maine on Friday? I need to meet a supplier up there.” “Sure thing, Morgan,” Nathan declared. “Dutton, do you want to come too?”