Blood Mist Village Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’m ready, Mom. We go together.” So we went. The first village we hit was Ash Hollow. Or what was left of it. 20 houses. 200 people. All of them dead in their beds. No blood. No wounds. Just pale and still and cold, like they’d been drained in seconds. Elias gagged and turned away. I held Aria tighter as she screamed - the first real scream she’d made since birth. The Moonblood in her was howling. “They’re here,” Kade’s voice crackled through the comm stone. “The Void. All of them. Surrounding the village.”

Now, we’re staring them in the face. A blood-curdling scream echoes through the village before we even step out onto our front deck. Ryan takes off in a sprint as the scream tapers off, replaced by bone-shattering sobs. My heart quakes as I tie my bathrobe around my waist and tear after my mate, wearing nothing but the robe and pair of slippers. Black mist settles all around the center of the village as three figures come into view. Misty’s golden hair falls loose from an intricate updo as she pushes against Isaac’s chest. He’s holding her, wrapping his arms around her as he crushes her to his body like she’s a child having a total breakdown.

Around them, the blizzard grew even stronger and the wind howled through the hill like the beginning of creation. The figure suddenly jerked open its palm and the swirl of black mist under its hand charged towards the village like a beast possessed, taking the lives of everyone below, big and small. There would be no survivors. Come morning, outsiders would come to find mummified corpses of the villagers’ bodies, there would be no spirits lingering around for their souls would be forever be trapped within the abyss where there was nothing but eternal damnation. ***

"Can you please tell me where am I? What is going on outside? I really don't understand what is happening" "You're in a village named Meshion, not so famous, which was expected to be a safe place in the civil war started by the Unsure and led by the brainless violent mobs. But guess what, some members of mobs decided to lead the wars in random places unlike the told and expected places like cities." she sighed facing down looking at her lap where her fists rested restless.

I don't know what to feel at that moment, and yet I felt my eyes get teary because of that. Am I such a fellow human being that my own sister and mother would kill me? Are they that stupid and want to erase me from the world just to get what they want? I was weak and would have fallen if Aldo's grip on my waist wasn't tight. "Fuck, Mayu! "Hold on to me," he whispered in panic. My vision blurred, and I let the abundant tears fall. I don't even understand Alice talking on the side. My heart and mind were focused on the pain, as if I had been betrayed. By the way, it is treason that my own blood wants me to disappear from the world.

So I turn to the West, where the sky is still clear and bright. ‘What’s over there to the West?’ I ask. ‘There’s a village, Mystic Pride, and then not far from the village is the forest that divides Mysteria into Moon Crest and West Wallow,’ Maia says. ‘Here, I have a map,’ Damon says, passing me a small scroll. I unroll it and can see where we are, and the village Maia mentioned. ‘It's probably going to take a couple of days to get there. I can see a small set of mountains along the way. We might be able to find a cave or some shelter along the way to rest,’ I say to them.

“It is. But we need rest. And if the prophecy’s correct, Silverlight might hold something we can use.” Aria sighed. “Then let’s move.” --- Silverlight Sanctuary The village of Silverlight sat in a shallow valley surrounded by shimmering trees—birches with silver-white bark and leaves that sparkled as though dusted with frost. The people here didn’t bow or offer deference when the group arrived; instead, they watched with quiet curiosity, their expressions wary but not hostile. “We don’t get many travelers this deep into Silverlight,” an older woman said as she stepped forward. Her eyes were pale violet, and her hair fell like moonlight down her back.

Feigning a trip and a dramatic lurch forward as her heel got caught on an invisible barrier, the glass in her hand tipped forward, sending the crimson-hued liquid all over a certain girl’s white dress. Blair gasped and staggered back as the wine hit her, leaving her slack-jawed and staring at her ruined outfit. It was a look so pleasing Taliana would have it on loop in her mind for the rest of the week, bound to cheer her up in any situation.

“Dean, go tell your father we’re here. Kara, can you find me the number to Brook’s parents please?” “Sure thing,” Dean said to his mom, then sent me a smirk. “Catch ya laters.” When they both left, Emily led me up the huge curving staircase to the second floor. Kara wasn’t kidding. There were werewolves everywhere, and all of them watched as we passed. Some tried to hide it while others didn’t. More than a few were whispering as they stared. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I had a good idea. It seemed even here they heard about Missy Mistake, the girl who never should have been born.

Even as the sun descended over the mountain and submerged the city in darkness, no lights lit up. I remembered something that Nimu had said and stiffly dug my hands in the forest ground. White Birch was a small village placed in the centre of a large plain. They had nowhere to hide if they were attacked, which made little sense. They had to have some sort of escape route. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. The pounding rush of blood in my ears slowed, and eventually, I saw the beating heart of the forest through the white squiggly lines. Each time the forest beat, a bright light passed through the lines and continued its way into the distance. Each tree root went down, deeper into