Mystic Messenger Lemon Novels & Stories

He hit the brakes, pulled over, and I hopped out before he even shut the engine off. There was a little boy behind a crate of lemons, no older than ten. I asked how much in broken Italian, and he just grinned and handed me one. I pulled Marco over, paid, and bit into the lemon like it was an apple. He stared at me. “You’re insane.” “It’s fresh. Taste.” He took a bite, winced. “Jesus. That’s pure acid.” I laughed, wiped juice off my lip, and kissed his cheek. “Wimp.”

Joshua pursed his lips. He looked at Natasha, seeming to want to say something. Natasha showed no fear. Mr. Grayson, are you trying to stand up for your first love? Did you feel sorry for her because you saw her being wronged?" Natasha said casually without a hint of sadness. "I advise you not to feel sorry for your precious first love for now…" Natasha elongated her tone. "Take a closer look at this herb. It's the Mystic Herb that grows in the deepest part of the Herb Valley. You can't find more than 50 in the entire Topola."

"Wasn’t he saying I’d been given another dose of aphrodisiac?" Leon froze, his heart skipping a beat. "H-How do you know that?!" Aric chuckled softly, his voice languid yet undeniably confident. "Messenger pets can sense the urgency of the letter they carry and adjust their speed accordingly. That eagle was originally mine before I passed it on to Elian. Anything raised by me… well, its eyes tell me more than you might think." Leon blinked in surprise, finally connecting the dots. "So that’s how it works…"

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.

the messenger explained. Xylan smiled brightly and replied, "Very well, tell him I'm fine and ... deliver my letter to him." "Letter?" Ludos asked with a furrowed brow. Xylan nodded and commanded, "Bring me paper and pen. Hurry!" Jim, who was standing near the table, immediately gave Xylan what he asked for. Xylan wrote something in the not-too-distant future and then folded it, putting it into a small brown envelope. After sealing the envelope, he gave it to the messenger.

“I know where we need to go.” *** “In the Old South Tower, I read a pamphlet on how to pass messages more securely than letters when mind-links couldn’t be trusted.” I lead Elian to a laughing cedar with thick, blue-green moss on only one half of its trunk. “Do you have a knife?” He hands it over. I didn’t exactly leave with one, and Silas has little more than what he showed up with. Carefully, I cut away the bark just below the moss. “This moss is a natural adhesive. They pull the bark off, write on it, and then paste it back in place.” After a few slices, a long strip falls away—marked all over with more dark letters. “And for a little extra security, they encode it.”

I look at him skeptically with one eyebrow raised and he rolls his eyes at me and says, “Chill, I’m not trying to hurt the princess or anything like that.” Lux murmurs, “He’s telling the truth. He has no ill intent.” I breathe out as I nod and after a few minutes a limo pulls up. We get inside with Mason, and he says, “Take us to the Lunar Café.” “Yes sir.” The driver responds. Before I can ask Mason says, “I called Marinette last night and asked her to meet us there. It’s not far from her pack, she loves coffee, and it’s a werewolf friendly establishment.”

Michael replied while scratching the nape of his neck, which didn't itch. "I'm really glad to hear that. Okay, I'll prescribe some medicine for you, and Payton should be able to take it soon," Alex said, his gaze fixed on both of them. "Okay, I guess I don't need to be in here anymore, so I say goodbye," he said before turning around and asking, "Oh, and Mister Alessandro?" "Yeah?" "I know you must be tired of hearing this. But sometimes, you need to let go, okay? Please don't punish yourself like that. If it's not for you, then please do it for her sake, okay?"

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.