Creatures In The Mist Novels & Stories

he brought out his phone from his pocket, touching the screen like he was texting which made me stop in my tracks and made me even more confused about the creature right in front of me. “Check your personal account balance,” he said, putting his phone back into his pocket. “Excuse you?” I said, but this time with more confusion and frustration in my tone. “I just sent you a thousand dollars, we’re going to have a great time at De Brans and your favourite restaurant this weekend,” he still had that annoying grin. “What?” I was still puzzled at everything. “Come on Mia, it’s Friday, loosen up!” he said and turned to walk away.

Ni Faesta regretfully said. “What are the other mystical creatures doing? Can’t they aid in the fight?” Marco, the god of the sun appeared, attempting to help find solution in the problem of his neighboring continent. Ni Faesta waved her hand on the water surface and the scene changed. It was from the different towns of Llfhame. The other mystical creatures were still continuing resistance against the evil milieus. In the oceans, the sirens continuously defend the merefolks. In the forest the dwarves and the fairies struggles to protect their lands.

The ground shook under their feet. Cracks spread across the stone circle, spilling out black mist that rose like living snakes. Seraphine stood at the edge, her cloak flowing as if caught in an unseen wind, her golden eyes glowing with cruel joy. Damien let out a roar that shook the trees. His body shifted fully into his massive wolf form, his dark fur bristling, his golden eyes blazing with rage. He lunged forward, his claws tearing through the shadowy fog-creatures that tried to block his path. Each swipe cut them apart, but the pieces melted and reformed, crawling back together.

Damien followed close behind, his body a tense wall of muscle and fury. The chamber opened suddenly into a wide underground hollow. In the center, four witches circled a swirling pit of black mist, their hands raised in unison, eyes glowing a fierce white. Symbols burned on the stone beneath them, seething with dark power. And within the mist… a shape twisted and writhed, massive and grotesque, still half-formed. Evelyn’s stomach turned. That… thing was no ordinary creature. Its very presence gnawed at her mind like claws scratching at her soul.

Endless dark creatures flew through the sky, and everywhere they passed, the clouds were minced apart while the air became sluggish and oppressive. These dark creatures were surrounded by black mist. Like evil spirits crawling out of the abyss, they were shrill, fierce, and ferocious. Their eyes were extremely red as if they had been watered by blood. From time to time, they let out low growls. They were like beasts ready to pounce on their prey at any time, which made the martial artists who saw these dark creatures for the first time turn pale while their hands and feet trembled. However, those who were able to stand here were all brave and determined people. Although some of them were fri

"Shut up, you fool! Get her in the chair!" But the ground began to vibrate. Not the rhythmic thud of the Quiet Ones, but a deep, tectonic groan that made the black van bounce on its suspension. The "Red Mist" that had been settling on the floor began to coil, rising like a wall of crimson smoke around the clearing. "Darius," Iris gasped, grabbing my arm. I looked at the mist. It wasn't just gas anymore. It was taking shape. From the red fog, silhouettes emerged—monstrous, distorted versions of the shifters we had just fought. They weren't biology; they were the infection made manifest.

A monstrous growl erupted, shattering the silence. Lars and Len were no longer quiet with their breaths. They were trapped in a room with unidentified, most likely dangerous creature waiting outside. Should that thing out there come inside, they knew they were doomed for. They cornered themselves by hiding there. The door was moving. Something seemed to nudge it open, but there was nothing on the other side. Instead, there was a curtain of pure white mist that seeped in through the room. The mysterious mist was crawling across the room, unmistakably the same as previous night.

A thick white line appears on his cheek followed by a thunderous sound from the sky. She opens her eyes. Present Alicia's vision gets a glimpse of James's face as a rumble of thunder in the sky roars loud. The short-lived white light reveals his eyes still closed and disappears to paint the world back with darkness. "It's just dark," whispers Alicia leaning her head on the coach's wall behind. The world outside the cart is dimly lit by some rogue sun rays escaping the captivity of dark clouds. A rumble of thunder lands from the sky declaring the arrival of a torrential rain. "We gotta hurry," calls out loud the driver of the cart.

Distant, fractured, but alive. Then the forest erupted. Roots tore from the ground, trees snapping like bones. The earth convulsed as black mist poured from the crack, twisting into forms that weren’t fully wolf or human—shadows with eyes that burned crimson. Rogues, but not the kind he’d ever known. These things moved like nightmares given form. “Braxton!” Eastin’s voice cut through the roar. “We have to move!” He turned, teeth bared. “She’s down there!”

The soldiers still stood guard around Hector despite their fear. "Everyone’s got a souvenir. I want a rug too," Ydrian joked. "B-Blasphemous!" one of Hector’s Betas barked. "Is that the only word you know?" Ydrian rolled his eyes. "Want me to lend you a dictionary?" I couldn’t watch anymore. A signal passed through the wind. Howls rang, echoing through the mist. Tonight, they meet their demise. Fog swept across the battlefield like the breath of spirits. Leaves rustled with warning. Confusion spread. Then came the figures. Mist-wolves. Ash-gray titans with glowing blue and amber eyes.