Hidden Mist Shinobi Novels & Stories

Rayne and Misty said in unison and no we still don’t see Misty it was like our eyes couldn’t see her but our ears heard her. Lennox still half shifted stepped inside their circle like he was top dog and Rayne smiled. “I don’t know if we should close our eyes or look. I swear I don’t want to have nightmares for the rest of my life.” I said to Mina who had her eyes closed tight. Lennox charged at the girls and that was when shit got active as fuck. Listen Lennox took a swipe at Rayne with his partially clawed hand, she ducked and spun left, and thats when all of a sudden your saw Misty appear like she came out of her sister back as she spun right bringing her flaming sword to cut Lennox chest

I looked at all the faces in the room as I proceeded to take my seat at the high table, facing them all. I said a short prayer, ruffled through my bag, brought out the files I needed, scanned through them for a couple of seconds, took out my glasses from my purse, threw it on and pretended to stare at the papers before me so I could take a peep at the faces before me. They were all staring at each other in disbelief and at me with disgust except one fine, young man at the opposite end of where I sat. He was indifferent and I, puzzled. “Can I meet you?” I asked, staring straight ahead at the man, breaking the whispers in between the silence.

"You are also a...." "A werewolf, yeah," he interjects, cutting me mid-sentence. I swallow hard as I lower the branch. "Come. Everyone wants to meet you," he continues. He starts to walk along a path and I reluctantly follow behind him. "It was you yesterday mi lady?" He doesn't turn to face me. I notice several markings on the trees we pass along the path. "Yes," I mutter, staring at the sky filled with condors. "You must be eighteen now. I'm a year older." He pauses in his tracks and turns to face me for a moment. "Being in the pack since last year," he adds. He resumes walking as he turns his back to me. The chirping and humming sounds of animals fill the forest as we walk in silence for

She pulled a metal orb from her bag and let it drifted away from her. The metal orb turned red and heating up, melting the slime then quickly evaporating it, releasing Tirana. She shook her head to steady herself and she scanned her surroundings. The Mist Lotus was in the vicinity, spreading out dark purple mist on a rooftop in Tirana's ten o'clock. Any Chimeras that passed by the mist immediately dropped dead after few steps.

" * Whispers* How you know that Hikaru might not try to backstab us?" "* Whispers* He might, but not tonight. He'll be fighting that mushroom and it's impossible for him to win since he's fighting his own shadow. We should have more than enough time to escape since Kaen's main magic is illusion magic and he doesn't have a lot of mana. Ok, here they come. I'll pull an illusion over us so that no one can see us. You shoot that spear and remember not to miss. Hikaru already despises us, we don't want to give him any reason to kill us."

The sphere inside the metal case lit blue. A woman’s voice whispered from within. Shigure. He closed his eyes. Astraya spoke again. You promised to finish it. The chapel doors slammed shut. Black mist poured beneath them. Cael drew twin blades. Shigure opened the case. The blue sphere cracked. Inside it, a map appeared. And one glowing point settled directly beneath the lighthouse. Scene 99: The Hidden Agenda The black mist climbed the walls. Faces formed inside it. Wolves. Children. Dead soldiers from Azure Tide.

That was why it mattered. Ahead of us, the forest finally resolved into the scene itself. My father stood in the rain with his back half-turned, shoulders tight, one hand open and the other near the blade at his side. Marian faced him in a dark cloak plastered to her body by the downpour, silver glinting at her wrist. Two rogues prowled in the shadows beyond her. And there, just behind a stand of dripping brush, was the younger version of me—alive, sighted, hidden badly by fear and stubbornness.

Chapter 2: Whispers in the Mist The mist clung to the mountain paths like a soft veil the next morning, softening the edges of the world into that dreamy, high-detail haze Lila had come to associate with their fragile truce. She walked along the neutral riverbank, her braided hair swaying gently beneath the hood of her cream sweater, the fabric still carrying faint traces of last night’s rain. On one side of her thoughts stood the cool blue sadness of duty—her pack’s expectations, the long history of blood between Shadowfang and her own Moonveil clan. On the other, a calm, glowing hope beckoned, like the wise older presence guiding her toward a future she could barely name. The rain had ease

he replied. All this time we thought we had been ignored was just another instance of pack neglect by Roland and his pitiful son. “Thank you for clearing that up, your highness. We didn’t know. The whole pack has been under the assumption for years that we have just been ignored. That was what Roland had led us to believe. We weren’t aware that a pack had to be registered. I always assumed that it was a given when a pack was started. Mystic Shadows has been around for nearly one hundred and fifty years, how did it get by without help from the kingdom? Are we considered rogues?” I asked.

My eyes seek out the flames first, and only then do I take notice of the shadowy black mist pouring out of Alaric, like an inky black abyss, it swallows up the flames, leaving him completely unharmed. I am left stunned by the power of the shadow element. The only element that is even more rare than fire. The shadowy black mist is still pouring out of him, even with the flames extinguished. It extends from Alaric, surrounding me on all sides and enveloping me, leaving a chilling trail wherever it touched.