Mistborn Elend Novels & Stories

The morning sun barely pierced through the ash-laden sky, streaking the courtyard of the Obsidian Spire with dim amber light. The aftermath of their clash with Malakar still lingered in the air, the bitter scent of smoke, scorched stone, and raw magic. Elara pressed her palm against the cracked wall of the inner chamber, her silver energy dim but still pulsing faintly. Every nerve in her body screamed with exhaustion and exhilaration.

she wryly mocked herself while chuckling and felt tiresome. “Lia! You shouldn’t sit longer near the sea shore. You are a fire spirit possessor and water will tire you,” a manly voice said from behind. Elin, who was Lia in this world turned back to look at him, “Captain?” her voice sounded dull and so were her eyes which seemed to be shutting down slowly. I.. I feel tired! Everything turned dark once again which scared Elin more then anything yet it was peaceful. She could hear some worried noises disappearing slowly and slowly.

She and Cain traveled with four warriors—small enough to be mobile, large enough to be safe—and arrived to find Elise already there. Elise looked good. She always looked good now—the specific good of a person who had found the work that suited her and was doing it. She was thirty-two, a decade older than when Wren had first met her at Blood Moon, and she had become someone Wren found she was genuinely glad to know. "Tell me what you've found," Wren said, when they were settled with the privacy of a private room. Elise told her. The mine complex was in the unclaimed territory north of the Graymount pack's former range—the mountain territory where the Purists had operated before Vex's coalitio

It wasn't the rhythmic, artificial cheer of the Protocol; it was the messy, chaotic, beautiful sound of people who were finally, truly free. Leo pulled Meilin into his arms. For the first time, he didn't feel the weight of the "Thorne" name. He felt the weight of her head on his shoulder. "What now?" Meilin asked. "Now," Leo said, looking at the seeds Elian was holding. "We find out what happens after 'The End.'" But as the sun set, a single, black pod—separated from the VTOL fleet—landed silently on the far side of the Northern Ridge. A figure stepped out, holding a tablet that showed a DNA profile of Elian Thorne.

The land itself groaned beneath their feet. The rift pulsed like a heart, veins of black light spiderwebbing out into the soil. “Hold formation,” Kieran barked. Elizabeth stepped forward, her golden aura flaring. Solbrand gleamed, hungry for battle. And then, Something stepped through. Tall. Slender. A silhouette of thorns and starlight. Its voice boomed in their minds. “She burns with the Flame of the End. She must be unmade.” Kieran didn’t wait.

--- The creature's massive body collapsed. Cracks spread across its flesh. Silver light poured from within. The corruption shattered. Golden eyes faded. The darkness dissolved. And finally, The monster died. --- Silence filled the temple. No one moved. No one spoke. The battle was over. Elara slowly dropped to one knee. Exhaustion hit her immediately. The Moonborn power faded. The runes disappeared. The silver eyes became gold once more. Before she could fall, strong arms caught her. Lucien. The king steadied her effortlessly.

Her Primal energy was still there, but it felt tethered, like a bird with a string tied to its leg. "Safe in his father's ruins," her mother replied, walking toward her with a graceful, terrifying gait. "He is of no use to me yet. He is a half-breed, Elara. A diluted version of your glory. But you? You are the Morning Star. You are the battery that will restart the heart of this kingdom." Elara looked around. In the distance, she saw a city made of translucent glass, floating above the white sand. But it wasn't beautiful. It was silent. Empty.

He raised his hand and the weapon flew back into his grasp and he ran after them. Not having any other choice, the kids got in the stranger's car and he drove away fast enough to avoid being caught by the assassin. "Are you guys okay?" The stranger asked. "Yeah, thanks for helping us," Joe said, out of breath. "Who are you and who was that person that was chasing us?" Lydia asked from behind. "My name's Micah Jameson and that person that was chasing you was a Ginx," Michael said. "A what?" Kurt asked. "A Ginx. A magical warrior from Troleyadia, sent here to find the twin seeds of Eyah and by the looks of it, kill them," Micah said.

I waited in the dark parking lot of our school for ten minutes before I saw the headlights that turned toward me. Steve and Mike climbed out of a truck and walked to where I was leaning against my Jeep. They were too relaxed to suspect anything. “Hey, man, this is going to be awesome,” Mike said and blew on his hands and put them under his arms against the cold. I smiled as I looked at them and lifted my hands. “I command from the gods, the righteous path to unfold. Rjóðr eldr.” The red flames formed in my hands and it glowed eerily in the dark.

asked Michael while rubbing her paralyzed legs. "You're a crippled woman, Gwen, a crippled woman! Can't you see how pathetic you are right now? Don't you want to know what makes you like this? It's due to karma! Gwen, A Karma!" screamed Michael at the end of the sentence. Gwen, who heard this, could only shake her head weakly, and before she could say anything, Michael immediately preceded her. "Don't you find it strange? A beautiful Gwendoline Ferguson, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, could suddenly get a serious illness after marrying me?