Mistborn Epub Novels & Stories

Misan turned to him, cupped his face, and looked him in the eyes. “No one can take me away. Tomorrow, I’ll tell him everything about us. I’ll end it so he won’t keep hoping. You’re the one I love, not him. Don’t ever think otherwise,” she said. Rycon smiled and kissed her deeply. They floated beneath the moonlight, their lips entwined in a kiss seen by the stars above. The Next Day... Misan was assigned to clean the palace library. While dusting the tall bookshelves, a strange book floating above a small table caught her attention. Surrounded by a black aura and flipping pages on its own, the book glowed ominously.

“What about you? Do you like any of the Inseminators?” “I do have a favorite as well,” Mist said, setting her tablet back down and turning to face Rain again. “I like 37W. He always makes me feel like I’m flying. And he smells good, too.” She shrugged, like nothing she’d said was a big deal, and started to reach for her tablet again.

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Words that… words that a madman said to try to flood our lands with evil. The original book was full of magic–ancient magic. Dark and endless. It stole parts of his soul every time he said words he didn’t understand. But I understand these words as I crack the pages–printed in neat ink on simple printer paper, not weathered, yellowing papyrus. Misty’s scribbles leave indents in pen under the printed symbols–a translation done to the best of her abilities. I have to trust her. She’s the brightest mind of the family, but if she got one single translation wrong… and I say it?

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"I won't." He only responded with a furious, heartbreaking sound of pure despair, before turning his back on her and slamming his fist into the expensive mahogany desk, leaving a terrifying dent in its surface. He retreated into his shell, a broken man once again. The consequences of Liam’s confession had just violently ruptured their fragile world.

“I never thought I’d see the day when our dear Isabella would reunite with her so called ex. I suppose opposites really do attract, don’t they? Or in this case, perhaps it’s more like oil and water—destined to never truly mix.” She moved to stop beside me, watching me intently, while Noah glared at her. “Isabella, this is your show isn’t it? The always pretending bitch. Have your fun till it’s my turn. I’ll make sure I’ll make your life miserable.” With a final glare in my direction, Cindy turned on her heel and stormed away from the room, slamming the door shut with a force that shook the walls.

Evelyn asked and Mitchell gasped, “Seriously? It was more than bad. We’re talking about the Minotaur here.” Evelyn huffed, “It’s not like I’d seen that weapon in action before. I missed the whole thing because of that silly vermin.” She sighed and I heard as her upper body plopped back on the couch, “Hugooooo…” She cried out and I snapped my book shut to glare at her. “I’m going to kick your whiny butt out of my room.” She pouted and rolled on her side to stare at me, “Can I at least go for a run?”

" My mother-in-law's regret turned into loud sobs. The online crowd, once swayed, then felt duped, and their insults grew even harsher. [Wretched woman! May you be struck down by a car the moment you leave!] [You're the dregs of society, unfit to be called human. Go straight to hell!] [Just die! Die!] Amid the barrage of curses, I dialed three numbers with composure. "Hello, I need to report a crime."

she yelled at him. “I would never disrespect our Moon Goddess like that. Fated mates are to be cherished.” He told her. “Who is she!?” Tiffany screamed. “I need to know! I demand to know who you're abandoning me for. Throughout all these years, Maximus, I've patiently awaited the moment for you to step up and make me your Luna. I've been entirely dedicated to you all this time. You go out for one final hurrah with your friends, and then you return mated to someone else. For the love of everything, please, reveal who the hell she is?” Her rage was palpable, as her face flushed with anger and her brows twisted into a threatening scowl. Maximus, taken aback by the intensity of her emotions, too