Bo2 Misty Novels & Stories

“Cover the Empress!” I took my place in the center of the mystical perimeter. I concentrated the warmth from my lower belly and extended my strong hands toward the contaminated air, letting a dome of pure silver light rise from my palms. As soon as my energy made contact with the silver gas, the poisonous mist began to dissipate with a hissing sound, turning into harmless snowflakes that fell to the ground. The bettas caught their breath instantly, cheering the name of the Moon Queen. Through the cleared breach in the wall, the full view of the Valley of Bones was revealed. The united camp of Silver Moon and the Council was in chaos from the explosion of the carriage that my medallion had sa

“Though it save me, there must be intention behind it. I must cautious from now on!” Not long after, the gloomy forest is come to end. The forest become thinner, until the sound of water can be heard splashing about. “Young lady,” Misty make out a face of excitement, “this is the place! The Moonless Pack that will change your loveless life!” My brows suddenly furrowed. “What just touch my ears just now, Misty?” She laugh and said, “It's just an expression this place is proud about!” “Really?” I sound suspicious and her eyes widened. If not for the splash of water in the nearby pond, I must have smash her horrible mouth.

The sky will be dark before that happens, but I think my vision will be darker and I will pass out even before leaving the house. "Ma'am Mayu!" "Mommy!"

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.

She unzipped a side pouch and pulled something out as they all held their collective breaths. Whatever Mist had in her hand, it smelled like something that might attract the kitty, and those giant nostrils were flaring even faster now. The ten or twelve feet between the tip of Mist’s boot and the two-inch long polished blades on the end of those paws seemed to shrink slightly, even though Adam was fairly certain no one moved.

It only takes a second for the pain to ebb away, replaced by that cold sensation that feels incredibly refreshing, but still I shiver, my teeth chattering as my vision abruptly clears, and the room finally rushes into view. The mural on my ceiling, the stars and the moon cycle, distract me from the women bickering nearby and the shuffling of feet. I slowly turn my head, watching as Misty ties her long, golden hair away from her face and plants her hands on her hips, speaking to my mom in low tones. “She’s fine, really. She’s just exhausted. Maeve’s powers are…” Misty licks her lips, shaking her head. “I’m going to stick around for a few days, all right? Just in case.”

"I thought it was a new product, but it's just an old model from three years ago." Evan's eye twitched as he watched Misty's action. 'She is great in every aspect but has an unusual hobby of collecting all sorts of miniature explosive devices.' Misty owned a house in a remote countryside with no one living around to store those items. Hence, she would stay at his villa using the excuse of convenient work to not leave. Misty handed the explosive device to the bodyguard. "Throw it in the toilet of the countryside. This piece of shit belongs in the filth anyway."

Amelia nodded her head, but placed the phone back on its cradle. “That was great, Amelia,” I said to her. The teenage girl was still unconscious, and I looked at the other children in the room. The blue flames started in my hands, and I looked at Amelia. “Týna virðar.” Forget us. I closed the office door behind me, and walked outside to Kiran’s Navigator where he sat in the backseat holding James across his lap. Malachi was in the driver’s seat, and I swallowed past the lump in my throat.