Maiden Of The Mist Novels & Stories

cannot just see anything I wish to see. If I could, I'm not sure I would be entertaining you with this story. If you don't trust me enough to let me in on why you're here, kindly leave.” Kimorra couldn't just leave. She needed answers and as crazy as it sounded, she was willing to share her story. “I suspect there might be sirens in the palace,” she told him. “It all started with that strange woman that showed up on my wedding day.” Odea shook his head. “I know what you're thinking but I swear I'm not making this up because I'm desperate to get Xander back,” she hoped her words were convincing enough. “How did you discover them?” “I was suspicious of them so I followed them. The Almira woma

He is the alpha of Ironclaw though, and I trust him as my mate. The auras of everyone in the room showed clear uncertainty, except for one. She is an older woman with ties to Birch. I don’t have anything concrete against her, though. On the surface, she looks clean. Her name is Misty Whitaker. She has brown hair with a Bride of Frankenstein streak on the right side. Her skin looks flawless but aged. Like parchment paper that’s never been used. You can see the grooves, but it still looks crisp. Her eyes are blue with a hint of brown, and her lips are thin. She is of a thin frame, but she still looks in shape. Her aura is mocking. She is looking at me like I have some nerve.

"Traitors will always commit treason. You believe you're prepared for a fight, but you're mistaken. You don't even stand a chance!" As these words left Damion’s lips, he signaled Richardson, who bellowed a war cry. "Now!" A sizable brown net descended from the sky, ensnaring the unaware hybrid. In a desperate bid to break free, Karen aggressively bit into the strong weave, gradually tearing the net apart. Her determination to fight for freedom is matched by Damion's readiness to subdue her. "She's breaking the bonds. Release fire!" Richardson ordered a group of warriors standing on the frontline.

My gaze moves to the ceiling, and for the faintest moment, I see something, but it’s gone just as quickly. Suddenly, I’m pulled into a void and everything goes dark. Flashes of images swirl around me. Some I’m familiar with while others are new, but I don’t know that I want to see all of them. One comes fast and stays in my view for longer than the others. I see Kendric, but he has much longer hair. He’s standing before me, his eyes focused on me as we join hands. I can tell just by the lack of attire and everything else going on that it’s a mating ceremony. We’re happy and smiling, ready to be together. Somehow, I just know this time wasn’t during a time of war and we were mated at the stro

​Addie stood before her FULL length mirror, smoothing the fabric of her dress. When she caught her own reflection, she couldn't help but let out a high pitched squeal. Today was the Red Moon ceremony. Today was the day she would finally find her mate. ​A light knock sounded at the door before it pushed open. Her mother, Sade, stepped into the room. She walked over and gently turned Addie around, taking a moment to look her up and down. ​"You look beautiful, Addie," Sade said softly. "You’re going to make a wonderful mate for someone."

Selena sighed, running her hand through her hair and checking the time. It was two o’clock in the morning. The rain was still so violent. And there were bright flashes of lightning every few minutes. This would have been a great night to sleep, but there she was, being a watchman. She glanced up at the camera and the red light stared right back at her. Then she proceeded to lie down again, praying that she would be able to fall asleep. She really wanted to, and as if the Moon goddess herself had answered, the omega was able to slip away in unconsciousness in just five minutes.

Avana greeted taking her back upstairs. “What's for dinner Avana?" She asked as she stopped in her tracks. “Ma'am, you said you'd get some Chinese on your way home." She reminded. “Ups, lo olvidé ( Oops i forgot)," Zendaya said. “Let me order, take Maía up for her bath." She said as she set her baby down. Maía walked to Avana as they climbed up the stairs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hey love, when is the court hearing between you and your wife?" Carlotta asked.

Her eyes narrowed, making it painfully clear she had no interest in whatever I might say. I swallowed hard, fighting the tremor in my throat, and met her gaze with pleading eyes. “Ma’am, please,” I begged, my voice soft yet urgent with sincerity. “Before you close the door, I implore you—give me just one chance to make it up to you, to earn my way back into your good graces and claim even the smallest place in your heart. I am willing to follow your every desire, no matter what it may be. Only please, do not ruin my reputation or my dignity. I am nothing more than a humble maid who dreams of a peaceful life. Tell me what you want from me, and I will obey without hesitation or complaint.”

Rosalie Murdoch stared at the sacred circle. The circle was a patch of land on a hill that was surrounded by a ring of stones. It was the sacred ground of the pack. This is where Christopher Reynolds would mate with 19-year-old Grace Anderson. Under the blessing of the moon goddess, the Council, and the pack's watchful eyes. Grace was another insufferable bitch! Rosalie had met her on a few occasions. She was a typical Alpha princess, with her head stuck in the clouds.

“You were not our flesh and blood but we brought you up as our own and this is how you treat us? May the Moon Goddess curse you to a fate worse than death! May your offsprings be –“ Mother does not get to finish her swearing. Suddenly, a gurgling choke comes from across the ledge and the guards quickly rush forward to see. One of them gasps and I push forward to see mist, dark, black mist strangling her. Our eyes meet and she lets out a strangled choke, “You….curse….” The mist tightens its hold on her neck and she trashes her legs in the air like a woman possessed. Quickly, the guards try to pull her up but it is too late. Her body goes limp. Mother is dead.