Mistborn Elend Mga Nobela at Kwento

Shhh, don't talk too much honey and if I were you I'll put the gun down" i spoke in a low tone with a menacing smile. "You must be dumb if you think I'll let you leave this place alive, it's high time someone killed you and I'm glad I'll be the one, at least the people of the world will be free from your notorious ass" a dark chuckle emanated from my lips and I shook my head in amusement. "You think being armed and being in this confined space alone makes it the perfect opportunity to get rid of me. C'mon Jonathan I didn't expect you to be foolish. I'm Maja Elzandre, I'm quite acquainted with this situation" he twisted his neck with a sinister smirk.

Finally, they burst out into the cool, pre-dawn air of the neutral zone, blocks away from the carnage. The sun was just beginning to bleed over the horizon, painting the city in shades of bruised purple and gold. They were covered in soot, blood, and the remnants of the purple Mist, but they were alive. The Forbidden Bond was no longer a secret. It was a brand. Elara leaned against a brick wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The Berserker heat was finally cooling, leaving her exhausted but whole. She looked at the five men who stood around her—her Found Family, her protectors, her mates.

A laugh slipped past Elsida’s lips, “You’re incorrigible.” “So they say,” he mused. “Anyways, I have someone who would like to meet you Elsida, follow me will you?” “Of course,” she murmured and took the hand he offered her. “Elsida, Dante Merrindoza, Dante Elsida Dalton.” Adrian motioned between the two of them and Elsida gave the red-haired man a polite smile. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” “Hello Elsida, the pleasure is mine. I have coveted your work for a while now and I’ve itched for an opportunity to meet you.”

I informed as I took out the old man from a small wooden box nearby. I was already aware of the fact that this war will not end soon. Just in case I took the map with me and my two swords. Spreading the old map on the desk, I started explaining the routes to the Elven kingdom. " We have to cross the wild forest of mist land of dragons and serpents? No-one has came alive after going into that forest!" Loren commented pointing at the red circle on the map. Actually he was right. The mist forest is the homeland of dragons and serpents who don't shift into human form. They don't actually have intelligence like vampires, Elves or werewolves. They are wild creatures who kills anyone who steps in t

In their way to DRADIA our heroes passed by NOCTALIA the city of dark elves. The dark elves also known by the elk riders, AHMET decided to pass there to buy a rides for the group he buys elks for them and they passed the night in the hotel. At night AHMET heard something moving he light a candle and he saw his backpack moves he opened it was the egg. After been merged with the feather the egg now is ready to hatch, he took the egg and he put it beside him and he fall asleep.

"So it is decreed. Elian Silvermist, male omega of the Silvermist line, shall be offered to His Majesty as tribute. Prepare him for the journey—the moon rises soon." A shiver raced down Elian's spine, cold as the citadel's rumored winds. Far beyond the mist-shrouded forests and jagged peaks, Moonveil's black spires clawed at the sky, a fortress forged in nightmare. Brides entered its gates with hope's fragile thread; few emerged whole.

Murphy pulled back instantly from her, holding her hand gently and taking it off from her face, her eyes held tenaciously while locking her gaze at her, speaking rigidly in a loud voice, "THERE IS NO ELYSIUM FOR THOSE WHO DIE COWARDLY! NO ELYSIUM FOR US EVEN! IT'S FOR HEROES! WHO DEFY THEIR FATES, AND DON'T SURRENDER! IT'S NOT FOR COWARDS LIKE YOU AND ME!".

Tit!" ~Mission complete~ "Tit!" ~Ask for help, completed.~ "Tit!" Current points: 10 IP + 0(NEW) "Tit!" ~Updating...~ "Tit!" Current Points: 10 IP "This..." This system is an idiot! How come it can add 0? The mission for asking help is nothing! There is no reward! But 0 Immortal Points! When Luis Park looked afar he gawked. This? What is this? Is this the habitats of Elves? Goiropah?

Winzi’s lips curved into a wide silly smile. “I’m quite bored here, oh—” the red-haired faerie looked at him, “and who are you?” “My name is Eleand, and I’m—” Winzi caught his words mid-sentence, “He is the new warrior of the Golden Palace.” Eleand nodded in agreement. He almost voiced out about his origin. Harewyn scrutinized him, and he tried to calm himself, especially the abnormal beat of his chest. Aserah’s number one rule was nobody must know about his real mortal origin—that he was a human lost in this realm.

He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.” Mauve couldn’t help it—her lips curled into a mocking laugh. “That’s the best kidnapping story you could come up with?” Nicholas stiffened but held his composure. “Can I ask questions now?” “Yes,” he allowed. “Where’s your proof?” The question caught him off guard. He faltered, searching for words. “Elitian technology cannot cross over,” Sephie stepped in. “Only an E