Ash X Misty Novels & Stories

Their names were Ashe, Corin, and Fen. My mother laid it out the way she laid everything out, with the clinical precision of a healer who had been doing this long enough to know that the clearest information came from the clearest presentation. She sat at the table with a notebook that had been kept for three weeks and was already half-full. She said: Ashe is forty-seven. She came to me the morning after the confluence at 6am. She knocked on my door and held out her wrist and said the mark had gone warm overnight and she needed to know if she was ill.

he explained, “Miss Martins and I are embarking on a private project together. Think of it as a partnership, temporary but formal.” The sound of hushed chatter erupted around us intense, like a crashing wave. I could hardly process what he had just revealed. A partnership? That sounded far more serious than I had anticipated. William glanced at me, giving a slight nod. It was my cue to speak. My throat felt constricted as I stepped up to the microphone, my fingers trembling with anxiety. “Um… hi,” I began, stumbling over my words. What a brilliant start, right? Yet, the sincerity in my voice managed to quell the noise in the room.

I know him without knowing how. His mouth is closed. Fear rises fast. Not fear that he’ll howl. Fear that he won’t. Fear that I’ve carried him through blood and ash only to pass down silence. “No,” I breathe. I reach for him. The distance stretches. “Choose,” I whisper. “Not for them. Not for me. For yourself.” His little chest expands. Then Ashen opens his mouth. The howl is clear. Not loud. Not violent. Not hungry. Clear.

she said, getting up as well and I couldn't help but drool at her voluptuous curves. She was built like an Egyptian goddess and I made sure to explore and worship every single part of her body while we made out. “I'm just really busy Lucy. I will call you okay?” I smiled, smacking her buttocks while she giggled. “I'm expecting that call butterscotch,” she said, all dressed and ready to leave. “Damn,” I said to myself when I shut the exit door behind her. ~Mia’s POV~ “He did what?” “He shoved 5k right in my face!” I said to my house help turned best friend, Sissy.

My focus was on the burning house. Time slowed, each second an eternity. Flames danced, consuming everything. My heart, my world, my child... A faint cry echoed in my mind. I screamed out aloud, "Misty!" Suddenly, a figure emerged from the smoke-filled doorway. Alexander, carrying Misty. My legs gave out, and I collapsed against the fire fighter, sobbing uncontrollably. Alexander handed Misty to the waiting paramedics, who quickly tended to her. She coughed, her tiny body shaking, but alive.

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.

He gave me a dimpled smile in return. "Is it true that a man was found dead at The Mixed Community last night?" I heard someone ask. Alix frowned, hearing it too. "Yes. My mom sent a message checking up on me this morning. I'm yet to reply to her. My damn Mistdove isn't back yet. I swear that animal acts human." Xenos replied. Mistdoves and Mistrows were pets that were used to deliver messages anywhere in MistWorld. "You shouldn't have left her without food. She'll be back." Flash responded, patting Xenos on the back in sympathy.

We looked at each other with my forehead frowning. And my eyebrows almost met after she took a glass of juice from my tray and poured it all over her hair and body. "Are you crazy, Addison?" I was confused. But she didn't answer me; instead, she took the sandwiches and rubbed them on her clothes. And my eyes almost widened after she acted like she was pushed before breaking the glass on her side and pretending to dive into it. "Oh my gosh, why did you push me?!" she shouted, which echoed throughout the mansion.

But she just assumed the answer. "A lil bit, maybe because of my blazer," Demie replied. Then, Alessandro looked down at what she was wearing. A baggy beige blazer with a black tank top underneath and shorts. Her round breasts are pressing out against the thin material, and she starts fidgeting as his stare lingers in there. "Yes, I think so, you're certainly hot," Demie couldn't help but lick her lips because of a sudden thirst. She saw his jaw tightened, and with a loud beep from a car behind them, that served as a cold water poured at them.

They continued to fangirl over the Silver Myst for the rest of lunch, and so I wasn’t able to learn anything more about the end of the war. “Hello, earth to Cutter, you in there,” Misty said slowly, as though talking to a small child. Shaking my head, I jumped and panicked as I realized that I’d been paying too much attention to Chris, and not enough to Misty. She was standing right in front of me now, and before I could apologize, she poured most of my shake over my head. Cold shivers ran down my body as the thick goop slid down my hair and under the top of my sweatshirt. She shoved the thermos none to gently into my chest. All I could do was stand there, gaping in shock.