Creatures In The Mist Novels & Stories

The warriors formed a defensive circle, their eyes scanning the mist for any sign of movement. The silence was broken by a sudden, bone-chilling howl. Dark shapes emerged from the mist, larger and more grotesque than the creatures they had faced before. These beings were twisted amalgamations of shadow and flesh, their glowing red eyes fixed on the group. “They’re here!” Kane shouted, his sword flashing as he charged at the nearest creature. Lyra didn’t hesitate. The stone flared to life in her hand, and she sent a wave of light toward the attackers. The creatures recoiled, their forms dissolving under the force of her power.

(Wanted to slash Rose but she flew away, parrying each if her attempted slash) Now die (wanted to slash Rose but she flew away) Common, attack me girl and stop flying away like a coward ROSE: It's fun seeing you struggling to attack me. MISTY: (laughs) Now let's get the real fun out. Rise my foggy companions! Rise! Eat them flesh and bone! (Zombie-like creatures appeared from the dog with Spears.) ROSE: (gasps) CLAIRE: Oh no, they are not for you. They are for your friends. :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*

She had stuffed animals everywhere, but also a lot of pictures too. “Why go through all this trouble to talk to me, Missy Mistake? You werewolves don’t make any sense, I hope you know that.” I grinned. I guess she had a point there. “There is a method to our chaos, I promise.”

"I'm sorry. I'm not the person you are looking for." "What do you mean?" He asks in light of demand. "You saved those two boys. Why can't you save my village?" "Those two boys were lucky they weren't consumed by it, but they were close to death," I explain as much as possible to persuade him. "The black mist you mentioned, I call it miasma, and the miasma is a creature made by a demon." Feno gasps, shocked. "A demon? I thought they were long gone 500 years ago. My grandfather told me about them. They are evil and cunning and will cause all sorts of mischief."

but the truth is Mystic fall is a town that harboured all kinds of mythical creatures, the kinds of Werewolves, Witches, The wailing fairies, seers including humans Each kind having their territory except for the dark witches who chose to stay hidden, only few of the humans living in the town are aware of their existence but kept sealed lips so as to not draw danger to their home and community.

Wait, since when does a ghost wear a floral pattern dress? Clearing his throat slowly, Michael began to open his mouth to ask the mysterious figure. "Who are you?" Silence! 'Is my voice too small? I'll try asking louder' Michael thought while clearing his throat again. "Excuse me, are you deaf? I'm asking you! Who are you and why are you in my room?!" Michael asked, this time his voice is louder than before. And again, no answer! Feeling irritated, Michael got off his bed and approached the mysterious figure. Once behind her, he immediately turned the woman's body to face him, intending to scold her.

It had led to several bloody wars and needless deaths. MistWorld was a small world inhabited by three supernatural species and magical creatures. It was also a world where magic was used to do almost everything, which included making clothes, cooking, sometimes communicating, and others. Demons, as we had been taught, lived underneath MistWorld, and could only appear in Mistworld when summoned by witches. But here in Mistworld, there were werewolves, vampires, and witches. The werewolves were spread across the Western side of Mistworld, divided into packs ruled by Alphas. The entire western area was sometimes still called Old Wood Hill, a name given to it centuries ago.

A ghoulish creature of my own making. I'd wake up, breathing hard, tears streaming down my face. Whenever I'd blink, I'd see her. See this spidery monster in the dark corners of my room. I felt saturated all over, thinking it was her blood. A thick red ink encircling me in a sickly warmth. Flicked my light on only to see it wasn't blood at all. I'd be dripping with my own sweat. The creature in the corner was only a pile of unfolded laundry. I couldn't even wear her earrings, so they sat on my dresser. Untouched.

When the mist thickened, blurred human faces faintly emerged within it. There were white-haired elders, ferocious-looking strongmen, women with torn garments, and crying children. They twisted and struggled within the fog, stretching pale hands toward those who passed by, their mouths releasing shrill howls. Yet the moment they came within one meter of Carl, they were instantly burned into nothingness by Heaven's Breath. These were all departed spirits who had trespassed into the Mystic Mountains, trapped here for thousands or tens of thousands of years, becoming part of this land's terror as they endlessly lured later arrivals toward death.

"No, Sam. Those were souls. These mist are creatures from angels having offspring that died. They are spirits but not of humans. They are called the spiritum ultima. They are guardians of the spirit of realm." I hugged Samuel. He kissed me gently on the forehead. Tenderly, I touched his face. "Be safe and come back to me. Promise me, Samuel." "I will. I promise, Samantha." He signaled me to a position at the farthest side while moving to the opposite end. Then, he jumped to the lake. The mist was so fast that I could not move to help him from being attacked by the fog and the water. "Swim, Samantha, swim!"