Bo2 Misty Novels & Stories

The mist has burned off the lower neighborhoods, and Barcelona is visible in its entirety — all of it at once, laid out in every direction, the sea to the south, the hills to the north, the neighborhoods between. She sees it. She always could. She just needed the height.

“We always have.” He gave a faint, humorless smile. “We always say that. And then the storm hits anyway.” There was a quiet in the house, later, and I stood before the window in the war room, observing the rain sliding down the window. Flashes had flown across the fields and a portion of the forest had been lighted. I could see some motion there, a figure in the tree line, shrouded in darkness, one beat of the heart. Too tall for a rogue. Too still to be human.

And then Misty appeared in person. She descended the stage steps in a dress that shimmered like water, her skin flawless under the spotlights. A roar of applause followed her, phones shot up, flashes erupted. Misty smiled wide, soaking it in, bowing her head slightly like royalty. Cassie froze where she stood, her nails digging into her palm. All around her, voices chanted Misty’s name, while the girl who had stolen her work, her life, lifted a glass and basked in the glow that belonged to her.

“Oh, yes, you will. Because you see, Bodi. I’m the only tribrid for miles; in fact, the only known one at the moment. I can kill you right here and now. I can do it so quickly that these stupid machines connected to you won’t even be able to register what happened to you until I’m long gone. So yes, you are going to do what I am telling you to do, or I am going to kill you.” “You’re bluffing,” He scoffed the words out. This was genuinely funny to Malek. He started laughing. “Bluffing? Why would I bluff you?” He laughed some more. “You’re nothing to me, boy. You’re insignificant.” “Insignificant but you need me to make your plan work.”

Leonard took some threatening steps toward her and raised his voice to clarify his point. "I am trying. Let me give her a shot and then you can keep on checking her." With some less confidence in her voice, Amber walked toward the bed and brought out her medical equipment. Preparing a shot in no time she injected the fluid into her body and patted the area. "Come back soon." She whispered before getting up. Once she thoroughly checked her and confirmed no further injuries she decided to take leave. If her guess was correct about Marking then it would be an issue and soon create a conflict inside the pack itself.

And each time, they obeyed immediately. “You need to find Long Bat roots,” she said eventually. “What is that?” Ruztom asked tiredly. None of them had slept properly in two days. “You’ll find it near this area,” the woman explained before describing the plant carefully. Ruztom left immediately. Beta Armin stayed behind to keep watch while the woman continued treating Arnold. An hour later, Ruztom returned carrying two similar-looking plants. “This one is Long Bat,” the woman said, pointing toward the plant in Ruztom’s right hand.

He is the alpha of Ironclaw though, and I trust him as my mate. The auras of everyone in the room showed clear uncertainty, except for one. She is an older woman with ties to Birch. I don’t have anything concrete against her, though. On the surface, she looks clean. Her name is Misty Whitaker. She has brown hair with a Bride of Frankenstein streak on the right side. Her skin looks flawless but aged. Like parchment paper that’s never been used. You can see the grooves, but it still looks crisp. Her eyes are blue with a hint of brown, and her lips are thin. She is of a thin frame, but she still looks in shape. Her aura is mocking. She is looking at me like I have some nerve.

Or just me because I’m an alpha female. I was so lost in my fantasies, I totally forgot I was supposed to be preparing for my mini shopping. “Mia? You ready? Let’s go!” Sissy said, peeping through my door. “I’ll be with you shortly sissy,” I said, checking out my final look in the mirror and applying my favourite fragrance while throwing in my keys and cards in my purse then headed out. “I think red is bold and beautiful,” sissy said, touching a red dress on the dresser admiringly.