Zen Route Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

There is no certainty that they will recover without the help of the witch, and we had no idea where she currently resides. “I understand. I think I know why he told you to contact me. I am known as the messenger. It is the equivalent of a historian but for supernatural beings. I can help you throughout this journey that you are currently on. I can answer all of your questions and most importantly, I can train you to manage your abilities. Remember, you cannot trust anyone and everyone, not even Dimitri I am afraid.”

We can definitly see it on Kavi without a doubt so it must be you, Luna Jewel. I perk up and all attention is now focused on her. (( Well my dears, )) That voice is not Jewels voice (( Hello again, I am Jade and I am a Mystic Wolf, that is the reason why you could not smell me before, because I had no pack I had no scent and now since I've met my mate my scent has returned also since you are apart of my mates pack and I've marked him and laced his blood with my own, he shares my power and it also extends to his entire pack right down to the pups. However my gift of strength is only given, it can not be taken, meaning only I can give it, if someone where to bite me in hopes of gaining strengt

Zeke gulped nervously, "The dead have risen." "The Deads!" "ehmm yeah—" Zeke paused, "one of the guards-- a brone was also killed at the cemetery gate and—" he gulped again, "—there were some writings or message." "What is the message?" he asked. "I think you should see it yourself," Zeke replied shakily. Zaccheus cut off the mind link with Zeke as he felt distressed and fearful of his people through the bond before he mind-linked Destiny. "Leave whatever you are doing now and go guide your Queen," he ordered hurriedly, "tell Trevor to come with you."

You have no idea how powerful he is—only death awaits you down that path. Frank smirked. "Oh, but I don't think so." Crane rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever—now listen closely. You will find Torrent in the Mystic Trail, but you would only find that place when the sun and moon coincide, and the entrance is beneath the waterfall south of Horton." As he finished, he snorted coldly. "I have no idea if you can actually do it, but I'm hoping you do kill him… Heh. I'm getting tired of being stuck under his control for so long."

My eyes widened, and Mrs Periwinkle's voice cut through whatever questions I had in mind. "It feeds on magic. The more magic you use, the more confused you become and the harder it is to reach your leader. They are currently wounded, and if you don't reach them in time, they might die. But hopefully, that's why we have the lunarbane mixture," Mrs Periwinkles held up a transparent vial in her hand, shaking it. "I have two, and it can be used on both leaders. I'll implore you not to use any magic or use it only when it's the right time. The greatest weakness of the maze is strength. It gets weakens from strength and teamwork." She finished.

Alpha Riley “ The Vernes pack agreed to their loyalty to us. Alpha Ysmael bowed down and will cooperate in our expansion against the land of the devil. It will only take us time until we pissed off all of those bastards who question our throne. Their pack provides the best training and we’ll make sure that the weak warrior of every pack that we own will receive proper training. In the meantime, let’s cool down for a whole month at most.” Alpha Zach stopped wiping his blade and looked up to meet my gaze. “ Cool down?” he smirked at my words.

They knew the importance of the information Jake had entrusted to them, and they swore to carry out his final wish. With a heavy heart, the messenger hurried through the shadows, their steps quick and purposeful. They navigated treacherous paths and clandestine routes, driven by the urgency of the message. The fate of Jaden, trapped in Alpha Zain's dungeon, hung in the balance, and time was of the essence. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the messenger arrived at the outskirts of the residence of Jaden's pack. The air crackled with anticipation as they approached the entrance, their heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope.

"A prime version. The original from which all others are created." Hours seemed to pass as they searched. Books flew open, scrolls unrolled themselves, artifacts hummed with potential knowledge. Isla found herself moving with an instinct she didn't fully understand—reaching for certain volumes, sensing which might hold the key. It was Ken who finally found the crucial piece of information. A small, leather-bound journal tucked behind a series of massive tomes. "Here," he said, his finger tracing a passage. "The Mystic's power comes from a central nexus point—a core essence that anchors all the duplicates."

"Who is the Third Messenger, Julian? Is it Sophia Grant? My own assistant? Is that how you’ve been 'auditing' my private life?" Julian let out a dry, hacking laugh. "Sophia is just a girl with an 'ambitious' heart, Ethan. No. The Third Messenger is someone you actually trust. Someone who knows exactly where the 'Zero-Point Data' is hidden in your soul." The Midnight Vigil

THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW Immediately Azura relayed the goddess’ message, everyone in the pack was alerted. They had to prepare everything like they did during the Aima Fengari. In a moonlit forest clearing, a circular altar was prepared with care. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating the space with an ethereal glow. A smooth stone formed its foundation, symbolizing the earth's strength, and silver fabric cascaded around it like moonbeams. A silver censer emitted fragrant incense, inviting calmness. Glistening crystals represented celestial bodies, sparkling like a miniature galaxy. A small bowl of shimmering water mirrored the moon's radiance, symbolizing its connection to