Creatures In The Mist Novels & Stories

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

Claire withdrew her hand and took a step forward. “He may not look as good as Mason, but we found useful antibiotics in his blood. The necrosis of Tracy’s cells has been suppressed…” “…He does look ugly.” A chunk of flesh with bulging blood vessels. I could only describe this new creature as an animal. It was nothing like Mason’s perfect and miraculous creation. It looked more like a random mix of different animals stitched together. I felt bored and uninterested. “Claire!” I called out to the woman who was circling around the glass incubator and admiring the new creature.

It's more like he's pleased to see me but is trying to hide it. Goosebumps rise on the back of my neck, and a sick feeling floods my stomach. I feel the same dread I did at that bar before the Silver Hunters showed up. Am I having another premonition? I've barely asked the question when there's a noise behind me. I spin around just in time to see a group of three monstrous creatures emerging from the mist. They're unlike any supernatural creatures I've ever seen before--they're large, with mottled skin, claws, and teeth that look capable of tearing apart a human with ease.

The handle was engraved with a mark I’d seen before—Caius’s family crest. “This is it,” I said. “Take it.” Caius stepped forward slowly. When he picked up the dagger, everything around us changed again. The fog screamed. Not with voices this time. It was a sound deep and sharp, like a cry of anger. The shadows around the room moved. From them, dark creatures crawled out—monsters made of mist and bone, with glowing eyes and sharp claws. “They’re real,” Dain said, raising his blade. “Protect the Alpha!” Morgana yelled.

“Then this isn’t just a clearing. This is where they changed the story.” The words settled over the group like a curse. The mist thickened, swirling into shapes—half-formed silhouettes that moved just beyond recognition. The pendant warmed again, this time in sharp, rhythmic pulses. “They’re here,” Mia whispered. “The ones who rewrote it.” Fog shivered, and from its shifting folds, three figures emerged. Not flesh and blood, but woven from the same pale mist that filled the clearing. They were featureless at first—just tall, imposing shadows—but the longer Mia stared, the more they seemed to solidify. Robes stitched with silver threads. Crowns shaped like broken halos. And eyes, glowing fain

"Miranda does not see me as enemy "Right," the messenger said. "Are you ready Kristina closed her eyes for a minute and the smoke formed a mirror. The messenger stood by her side to look on the mirror of what he came fo Images shifted like photographs on an album. When it stopped, a vision showed her of the present time. The veil was broken and on the skies flew thousands of creatures. They were not angels nor demons. Those were dragons. Angry dragons throwing fire and water on the skies, showering the place like the earth deserved their wrath. Where were the Magician

“Spirits caught between deaths. Some gentle. Most not. They live in the cracks of grief. They rot in places soaked in tragedy.” I saw a girl in a hospital gown, her face blank, floating through a dark hallway that never ended. “Giants,” Bibi said. “Buried beneath your mountains. Slumbering beneath ice. Waiting for war.” I saw a hand, huge, ancient, emerge from a snow-covered cliffside, fingers curling with life. “Merfolk,” she continued. “Not your storybook princesses. Not fish-tailed angels. But creatures of tide and hunger. Their songs aren’t lullabies, they are traps. They drag ships under, for fun. For vengeance. For a different kind of delicacy.”

INTRODUCTION Ayla is just a simple girl, everyone loves her because of her nice attitude and gorgeous face. Her life is just simple not until she meet the man that will change her life, the man that she will love. She’s even willing to do everything for him, including being his beautiful mistake. PROLOGUE Beautiful scenery and cold air caresses my skin. The different kind of flowers and bird noises gives me comfort. This is the kind of silence I want. I am not the kind of girl who believes in love, for me love is a lust, hormones and being made my by our mind and think that it was love.

she smirked. “Let’s see if your sword can match it.” The battlefield was a nightmare painted in blood. The red mist pulsed like a living thing, muffling footsteps and screams. Dreadshade priests stood in a protective circle, chanting around a portal of writhing black light. Tendrils of shadow stretched from it like claws, seeking form. In the mist, twisted creatures slithered—half-wraith, half-flesh, their eyes glowing like coals. These were not soldiers. They were abominations.

I asked with a raised eyebrow, sniffing the air without noticing the monster's presence. “There's a rift in the underworld of shadows; I can feel it...Don't you hear the disturbing whispers?” The Succubus bit her lips while hugging her own arms. “That's why the beast is so restless; the darkness doesn't leave them in peace... I sense the presence of Malsumis creatures.” “What creatures are these?” I widened my eyes, shivering as whispers with malevolent words, screams, and moans echoed through the forest. “They are one of the worst, excellent at disturbing. They are evil entities that seek to disturb and manipulate those they encounter, feeding on the fear, terror, and even hatred of their v