Zen Route Mystic Messenger Novels & Stories

"I do. As a seer you should know whom we should choose." "I am not a seer Zuri sir. Its what people call me but i am not like Wally. I am just a messanger. I do not have seer magic but i can carry out your process." Zuri glanced over at Casper then at the strange woman, her eyes possessed a strangely fiery appearance. She was disturbing, but those were desperate times "You will be paid handsomely. The process will be in the next three days. In the meantime i will scout for one worthy to have this rare gift and bring him forth just so you can approve."

“What the hell was that?” I couldn’t answer. My throat was too tight, my chest too heavy. Because I understood. That hadn’t been a rescue. That had been a message. Theo had crossed into Damien’s territory. And Damien did not share. ----- End of Chapter Seven ✨

Jeremiah laughed at him after the tenth time, because it became nearly comical. “Sage, just be yourself girl. King Tristan loves when a person is their true self. He’s extremely personable, and the only time the ruler comes out is when he’s pissed off. Make sure that before your ceremony tomorrow you go see Izzy. You’ll be thankful you did,” Jeremiah smiled and gave me a hug.

Skylar holding a huge bouquet of roses, looking uncharacteristically nervous. The moment my team saw him, they exchanged knowing looks and started cheering for him. "Good luck, Mr. Skylar!" Laughing, they waved and tactfully slipped inside, leaving the two of us alone. Amused, I looked at him. "What's this, Mr. Skylar?" He took a deep breath and held the roses out to me, his expression unusually serious. "Suzanna, you caught my attention from the first time we collaborated. And everything that happened after that only showed me how strong and kind you are.

"Neutral ground. No pack claims it, which makes it perfect for those of us who don't want to bend the knee to anyone." He paused. "It's also where you'll find the best underground contacts in the city." He led me to a narrow building squeezed between a laundromat, what appeared to be an occult bookshop. The door was unmarked, Zane knocked in a specific pattern. A slot opened at eye level. A pair of suspicious eyes peered out. "Zane the Grey," my mentor said calmly. "I believe you have a package waiting for me." The eyes widened slightly. The slot closed, I heard multiple locks being undone.

“How are you?” “I’m fine,” Nya said as his arms wrapped around her. The information Gator had told her sprang to mind, but she couldn’t help but hug him back. “The Heart of Magic is in your chest in your castle. It’s yours.” “Thank you, Nya,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.” He released her then, looking around, and then asked, “Where’s Gator?” Nya blew out a deep breath. “He’s back in your castle. Cast in stone.”

He cries in silence while wincing in pain once a while before the anesthesia given to him kicks in fully and sends him sleeping for a long time. --------------- It was 9:00 in the evening when Anna struggles to find the keys to the entrance of her apartment from her light brown bag that contained both necessary and unnecessary stuffs. What she considered necessary included her purse, keys to both her office and her apartment, her personal notepad where she made little notes while trying to analyze the personalities of people around her, her laptop for research purpose and her pink knitted muffler which she got from Josh, last year’s Christmas along with a necklace whose pendant was shaped li

“I was thinking the same thing.” “There’s only one person who might know anything about this,” Zack said. “The High Priestess.” Zoe’s eyes flickered. “Yes.” The call was made within the hour, and the response came quickly. Not over the phone, but through a message, instructions: Come to the Moon Goddess Temple, located within the Moon Light Pack. Sacred ground, neutral territory, it was an ancient pack and untouched.Zack and Zoe left that same day. The journey was quiet, and they were deep in thought.

I asked quietly. He turned to me and nodded. "Yeah, don't think too much. It's normal." It was almost midnight when we arrived at the homestead, but the place was still so lively, as if they expected us to come. There were strings of lights decorating each side of the road, making the scene look magical and romantic. "Is this where you're usually assigned?" I asked Zayn as we exited the bus.

Feeling ready to face the day, I reached out mentally to Oracle Zeke, calling out to him in our mind link. 'Oracle Zeke, where can I find you?' I projected my thoughts to him. 'My lady, I am currently at the pack house,' came his swift response. 'Very well, Oracle Zeke. I will make my way to you shortly. I have a matter of personal importance that I need to discuss with you,' I conveyed through our mind link. 'Understood, my lady. I will be patiently waiting for your arrival,' Zeke responded through our mental connection. Without wasting any time, I swiftly exited the castle and headed towards the pack house. I hopped into my SUV and drove with purpose, eager to reach our meeting destination