Mystic Messenger Lemon Novels & Stories

Agatha handed over the white envelope to Mishka. Mishka took the envelope and examined it. She thanked Agatha and turned to open the envelope when her phone buzzed in her denim shorts. She retrieved her phone and Leo’s message flashed on the screen. “We have landed safely, but I forgot to give you an envelope. I’ve asked Agatha to deliver it to you.” “I got it,” Mishka texted back. Her forehead wrinkled as she took out an old wrinkled paper from the envelope with a few red patches on it. She got confused at first, but when she opened the letter, her eyes widened.

My phone buzzed again and I grabbed it to turn off notifications completely, but not before seeing the preview. "I'm not giving up Robin, I know you still love me and eventually you'll remember that we're meant to be together." I threw the phone onto the passenger seat and focused on driving. By the time I got home there were six more messages waiting, each one more persistent than the last, and I realized Adam wasn't going to take my rejection well at all.

“What? Where?” “When I was locked in that stupid room,” Emma explains. She gives me a sideways glance, but she has a half-smile on her face. Maybe I’m not in as much trouble as I think. “Suddenly, there was a woman in a long white dress with silver hair floating in the air telling me that I’m the Mystic Luna and I had to believe in myself or something like that.” “What’s a Mystic Luna?” Mandy asks.

Mystic squeezed Aaron’s hand. Her voice threaded into his mind: Let me. He inclined his head. She stepped forward, spine straight, chin lifted. “My name is Mystic Hayes — daughter of Helen and Dawson Hayes. I have not walked these lands since I was a child, but they are still my heritage.” She turned her forearm outward. A glowing tattoo shimmered beneath her skin — intricate, ancient, unmistakable. “I bring this mark as proof.” The head warrior slowly descended from his position and approached her, his boots echoing on stone. Aaron shifted instinctively — ready to move — but Mystic remained still.

With no closed or open sign displayed, Cecelia turned the knob to see if the door was open or locked. The door of the Bayou Mystic Essence squeaked as Cecelia slowly opened it. The inside was flooded with bright sunlight as it streamed in through the opened entrance displaying shelves and racks filled with herbs, candles, and other materials needed to perform any type of spell or healing that a mystic may need. “Can I help you?”

As a spirit, I had no voice, so I could only watch. "NYXIE!" Erys rushed to my body and held me, then turned hateful eyes on the elders and Lucifer. "WHAT THE HELL YOU, CRAZY FISH!" "Mom!" Ally played along, going to Salax for comfort. Len took my bloody gem from my chest and did some rolling of it with the Crystal of Hell. My gem seemed to melt into it. Salax rolled his eyes. "She isn't going to the abyss." "Time told us so," Veraque grinned.

My wolf exclaimed “Yes, and what is it?” I questioned. “Well, have you heard of a second chance mate?” She asked “Yes, it’s a rare bond, a second chance given by the moon goddess to bond those rejected to be given with a second mate. And only a few, 5% of the werewolf population are granted this gift but I’ve never seen one, so I thought it was all a myth?” “Uhmmm... well... you see... Leon is your second chance mate” she blurted out.

She just hoped things hadn’t gone too far. “You have someone waiting for you inside,” Macy says; immediately Anna arrives in front of her consultation room. “Thanks,” She says hurriedly while flashing Macy a brief smile. “Sorry, I got your message late,” Anna settles on her chair immediately, directing her full attention at Liam with a blank expression. She believes it to be a family thing always to have such expressions. “Sorry for showing up after announcing a little late. Things were quite urgent,” Liam sits up, his blank expression now looking serious.

I remembered how it felt beneath him, his cock inside me. My pulse spiked, and heat pooled in my groin area. I let out a soft hiss. Get your shit together, you horny bastard. You lost the contract because you were beneath him. Mason honked, and as I spotted the car,I started walking toward it. Just as I got to the door, a message came in. It was from Liam. We need to talk. My stomach dropped again. What was it this time?

Must be nice. He climbed in. “You’re late.” “You’re annoying.” “That’s not a time.” I shot him a side glance. “Try ‘a minute and twelve seconds.’ Happy now?” He grinned, slurping obnoxiously through his straw. “Not really. But I respect the attitude.” I rolled my eyes, shifting back into drive. “You look like a toddler.” He held up the juice pouch proudly. “This is hydration and sugar. It’s science.” Macey’s building was just two blocks away. She was already waiting, one hand on her hip, the other holding iced coffee like it was designer armor. As soon as she saw Liam in the front seat, she groaned.