Anime Misty Novels & Stories

Misty giggled as she turned to look at Stormie and tapped the flat side of the blade against the stab wound in Stormie’s leg. “Go to hell!” Stormie shouted. “You first.” Misty’s voice was deadly calm. Without any warning, Misty moved the dagger and drove it into Stormie’s injured leg, around the same spot as the last stab wound. I tried to get up, but my legs weren’t strong enough yet, and two rogues came forward to hold me down. After Misty pulled the dagger out and turned to face me, I noticed her eyes had become completely black. It was almost as if a demon had possessed her. I didn’t think saving Misty or talking sense into her was possible at this point.

she says without an ounce of emotion then looks back at her phone with a sigh. I sink back against the cushions. She flicks her gaze to me again, looking me up and down with a slight smirk twitching the corners of her pink lips. “I’m Misty.” “I know.” She arches her other brow. “Do you know where you are?” “Maatua.”

LOGAN: We have a magical book and all wordings except the spells in the book have inserted themselves in my brain, probably cos it trust me ANYA: Okay so this Misty, what does she do? LOGAN: This (pointed to the fog) Misty causes Mist. The mist isn't poisonous. She uses it as a disguise. She is a master of disguise and this fog is her battle ground. She can turn the fog into any shape she wants. She is dangerous with her fog...but without it, she's not much of a champion. ROSE: So, is there any way we can clear the fog? LOGAN: Not that I know of. But the surest way is to get rid of the her. Get rid of her...you get rid of the fog.

I wandered to the library—books were safer than people. Or so I thought. The moment I stepped inside, I saw him again. Damien. Sitting by the window with a book he probably wasn’t reading, his long legs stretched out, blazer slung casually over the chair. A predator at rest. His eyes flicked up. Found me. Stayed. I froze. Then, with deliberate arrogance, he crooked a finger. “You. Come here.” My jaw tightened. “I’m not a dog.” For a second, silence. Then the corners of his lips curled into that wicked smirk again. “Good. Dogs obey. I prefer things that bite.”

The beast that would swoop out of the sky and snatch up the poor, wailing girl in the distance. She heard his wings before she saw him. He seemed to come out of nowhere; he wasn’t there, and then he was, his large wings batting through the air, stirring up a breeze, even in the distance. He flew over the moon, the light of the full sphere illuminating his dark scales as he paused, wings spread, head held high, pointy, sharp tail outstretched. His front claws were menacing as he hung there in the air, and though Nya assumed he was truly studying the small girl at The Point, for a moment, as she stared up at the full, glowing orb behind the monster, she thought his eyes were looking directly b

She was looking beautiful in a silver gown. "Esme," Her glowing face cheered up as she glanced at me. She opened her arms to embrace me. I took the remaining steps. Oh! This girl is so nice. I curled my arms around her. Her stomach was so big. I was scared of hurting her so I didn't hug her tightly. "Shouldn't you rest?" I asked her nervously, looking down at her round belly. She let out a chuckle and shook her head. Jasper stuck out his hand. Dean was already on his feet. They shook their hands, warmly

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Mike strode over to Stan and Ronnie. He was the tallest of us, a sandy haired string bean of rope like muscles dressed in dark green trousers and a checkered shirt. He beckoned us over. "You two ready to go?" "Yep," Burney said, his face smeared by a giant grin. I nodded, unable to match even half his enthusiasm. We were leaving and Lillith hadn't come. She'd told Burney last night that she probably wouldn't, but somewhere in me I'd held to the hope that she would. Probably wasn't a no.

His words confused me, what did he mean by the word luna, mate, and Alpha, what is wrong with this guy, what is wrong with me? “Nothing is wrong, my Luna, please, I knew you don’t understand this, but please, I won‘t be happy until you forgive me. You would realize I had the right to call you all those names when you understand everything about me. I can feel you want-“ “Keep quiet,” I yelled into his mind, “don’t speak again or else I would wound myself.” And then I got peace of mind for I hear his voice no more, I was alone throughout the day, burying my attention in the lake of sad thoughts. I just want to be normal as other children. Back then in my first school, I remembered my friends

“You don’t have to say anything. It’s all in the past.” Luna Alice’s eyes softened. She stepped closer and reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Tina’s face. “Don’t worry, my dear. Everything will be fine. You’ll meet your mate soon, and things will fall into place.” Tina managed a small smile. “Thank you, Luna.” Luna Alice gave her hand a gentle squeeze before walking past her. Tina stood there for a moment, watching her go, her smile fading as her thoughts darkened. Then she turned and walked away down the hall.