Ash And Misty Novels & Stories

Chapter 76 Mia burst into laughter. “Oh my God, **she’s right.**” Sophia’s mouth dropped open. “You guys are **insane.**” Olivia shrugged. “Hey, we’re just looking out for our **air quality.**” Mia waved her hand dramatically. “Yeah, don’t be selfish. **Think of us.**” Sophia grabbed a pillow and **launched it at Olivia.** It hit her square in the face.

I whispered. “I trust her powers,” Asher said. “Where are the motherfuckers…?” I gazed around but all I could see was the empty dreary field, and the tall trees around looking like dead bodies standing in neat rows. The moon bobbed in and out of the dark clouds, the fog making it hard for us to see. My heart was beating so fast I could actually hear it. “They are here…” Asher hissed suddenly, almost making me jump.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Ash! Wake up! Please, just open your eyes and tell me you’re still there!" Rhea’s voice cracked, the sound lost in the vast, hollow emptiness of the Under-Whisper. She was kneeling in the dirt, her hands clutching Ash’s shoulders as she shook him. The golden-and-silver light that had nearly blinded her moments ago was gone, replaced by a dull, oppressive grey. The subterranean forest was no longer a place of magical wonder or terrifying shadow; it was just a cave filled with rotting wood and cold stones.

"perfect name." ************** Asher stood on the edge of the jagged cliff, his eyes locked on the sea of thick, swirling fog below. It was a dead drop, and the mist was so dense that it looked like a solid floor, hiding the nightmare of the Abyss underneath. "I'll hang back here," Damir muttered, taking a respectful step away from the ledge.

Chapter 2: Whispers in the Mist The mist clung to the mountain paths like a soft veil the next morning, softening the edges of the world into that dreamy, high-detail haze Lila had come to associate with their fragile truce. She walked along the neutral riverbank, her braided hair swaying gently beneath the hood of her cream sweater, the fabric still carrying faint traces of last night’s rain. On one side of her thoughts stood the cool blue sadness of duty—her pack’s expectations, the long history of blood between Shadowfang and her own Moonveil clan. On the other, a calm, glowing hope beckoned, like the wise older presence guiding her toward a future she could barely name. The rain had ease

She scoffed and stuffed the TV remote under her butt. I held back a laugh and shook my head, I dropped my food on the table in front of us. “Fine, I'll tell you.” I said as I looked between the two of them. Their eyes lit up and they scooted closer, their eyes fixed on me. “So, how was it?” Piper went first. “Do the girls really look like goddesses?” Bart piped in. I chuckled. “Delengade is massive. Everything's plaited in gold, gold walls, marbled walls with gold, gold pinnacles and archways.”

My breath caught as the shard’s pulse merged with my own heartbeat, binding me tighter to the vision that unfolded. I stood on soil not of Dark Hollow, but of an older land where banners dripped in crimson firelight. Before me stretched a kingdom built on stone and blood, its high towers collapsing under waves of flame. Soldiers screamed as their armor melted, and at the center of the inferno stood a woman with my face—Ashara—her eyes molten gold, her hands drenched in fire and blood. I staggered back, heart hammering, yet the vision pulled me closer, commanding me to watch.

There were cliffs there, And forests made of mists. There were bridges spanning the void, and that great gray blind lake which hung above its distant bottom Like the sky on a rainy day above a landscape. Rainer Maria Rilke The mist rolled through the coast of Cornwall like a silent wave, blanketing everything with dampness and chill. For the first time in a long while, Mikhail felt cold. A dragon's blood runs hot, even in the deepest of Russian winters. But today he felt a bone-numbing ache and cold. It seemed to cut deep, freezing the edges of his very soul.

I heard the voices laughing in the background as I saw the mist covering the whole area, engulfing anything and everything. I closed my eyes as the winds started to blow very Fastly. I don’t know what was happening, I tried to mind linked Asher but it was of no use. He was not responding. Something was off about this mist. It was blocking our connection. Is it sorcery or something else?” I opened my eyes when I was sure the wind had died down. The moment I opened my eyes, all my senses were hit by the nostalgic scent of my mate and my house. I blinked twice before accommodating to the surrounding.

I don't know what I've done to deserve to stand here right now. Xavier grabs my hand, pulling me behind him, as he begins to walk through the forest. We come across a clearing, and a moment later, I find myself walking out onto a secluded white sand beach. The water is a clear aqua colour, and in the distance I can see the mountains. This must've been the view that I saw from my window. Little did I know that there was a private beach nearby. Instinctively I take my shoes off, running my feet through the sand. It feels warm and soft beneath my feet. Carrying my shoes, I walk towards the water, stepping in up to my calves. The water is warm, though still cool. It's nice and relaxing on such a