Mistborn Atium Novels & Stories

I shake it lightly welcoming him in. — The car stops outside a mansion, the black metal doors open automatically as two guards look at us. The huge building behind the high tech large security walls is beautiful. The entrance is marked by two ebony double doors, with intricate carvings of a fox head. A waterfall feature flows beside the entrance, its cascading waters illuminated by subtle golden lighting. The courtyard is paved with polished black stones, leading to a fountain sculpted with obsidian.

Zach turned to her, “Mina, with you, everything is serious, you are my mate and the soon-to-be Luna of my pack, you are not supposed to hold out when you are in need, okay?” Aramina looked at Zach as she nodded her head, he was yet to confess any undying love for her, but he had not failed to show her how much he cherished her, she could do with that, “now can we go?” she asked impatiently, blinking her eyes at him. *************** Zee angrily slapped away the fly that tried perching on her burger. She hated this place. Her mom had said that it was the cheapest she could find at such short notice.

I asked her. Kiran shifted forward, and he leaned his elbows on his knees, as he clasped his hands together. “What’s wrong with the baby?” “She has AMC,” I answered him, my voice dull and flat. It felt so final to say it loud. “What the hell is AMC?” Kiran asked with a frown. “She has fused joints,” Adara said softly, and I nodded my head. “Fused joints?” Kiran repeated. “It means her joints are so fused together, she won’t be able to bend or straighten her limbs,” Adara said, with sadness in her eyes. “She’ll probably never walk.”

Even through the mud, it’s clear what this is…Purple Atlantonite. “Aric, we need to get to Isaiah right now. This is huge!”

Even through the mud, it’s clear what this is…Purple Atlantonite. “Aric, we need to get to Isaiah right now. This is huge!”

And the new door opened— revealing a vast chamber beyond it filled with bowls of black water… and in the center, a throne made of ash. Empty. Waiting. For me. The seam’s voice purred in my bones: “SIT.”

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.

As my head snapped up and I looked into those painfully familiar eyes, I hurried to compose myself. Lighter than Liam's eyes, Atlas's blue eyes were nearing the verge of white--like a sky filled with fat tufts of clouds. My heart hammered in response, but I refused to look anywhere other than his eyes. I knew that if I traced the grooves on his face, or looked over each strand of platinum hair, that I would be lost entirely. I had never held so much hate for the mate-bond until now. Even after everything Atlas had done, the mate-bond was still working to pull us together. I clicked my teeth together and fought against the pull, grimacing when one of Atlas's blonde eyebrows raised.