Mistborn Ghostbloods Novels & Stories

Another man is running towards them but as he gets close enough Diana shoots out her other arm and knocks him to the ground. "DIANA" I shout. She throws Bonnie's body to the floor and turns to face my direction. Her Eyes are pure black and she lifts her nose in the air sniffing. She blinks and her eyes are back to normal. "What the fuck?" Orion says. I watch as the man gets up and stabs a needle into Diana's neck, she crumbles to the floor. My wolf surges forward and I shift speeding off towards her. I instantly shift back and cradle Diana in my arms listening for her heartbeat.

She went to the estate right after she came back to the city, and dared not even go back to Lefteria Group. Death brushed her very closely this time. Her men gave their lives to escort her back. In the end, only two of them made it back alive with her. “The Twin Ghosts are really ghosts. They don’t have human emotions, it’s like they are two ferocious monsters. Anyone who encounters them won’t get away with their lives…” Miru already had her injuries treated and she was sitting beside Darcy, recounting her encounter with the Twin Ghosts at Melrose. Her injuries were not from the Twin Ghosts but from the other gangsters in Melrose.

He said with a sheepish smile as she was still standing with a candle stand in her hand looking at him flabbergasted. "So you are the new girl ,Umera told us about" she turned around to face two girls one was with red hairs and the other one was a burrente wearing almost same types of purple colour gowns. By their snow white skin and different red eyes she guessed that they were also vampires.

Detective Ashton was one of the few people who knew Alex's half-blood identity. Ashton raised his eyebrows casually, "You're more cautious than I thought. But don't worry, I mean you no harm. I assumed you came because of the strange things that have been happening in this town lately!" Alex looked at the cigarette smoke coming from Ashton's mouth, "We can talk about this in a more comfortable room." They both sat in a lounge downstairs in the hotel. Ashton tells him that there have been murders in this town and he suspects supernatural forces are involved. This was evident from the identical bite marks on each victim's neck.

My magic hovered at my fingertips, ready to stop time at a moments— “Boo.” A scream ripped itself from me, cracking off the treetops. Damon and Ghost stepped from the shadows like two creeping grim reapers. Damon’s brows vanished into his hair, which hung over his forehead in sweat-damp waves, while Ghost grinned like a cat that got the cream. “Sorry,” he held his hands up. “I couldn’t resist.” “Fuck you.” I panted, then spun around only to find myself half a centimeter away from a distorted shadowy face. “AGH!”

I try to say something, but before I can speak I start coughing and Victor helps me, I bend over as blood comes out with each cough. After several times feeling this pressure in my chest and getting weaker each time, I then taste rotten meat and make a greater effort and soon a ball of muscle, blood and hair comes out of me and falls to the ground. "Fuck!" I hear Ishtar's voice. "Some Necromancer has Soren's blood!" As soon as this grotesque thing comes out of me, I can feel Strïth coming back, and his anger is palpable. Then, before I can say anything, I see Ghost start to bend over, bringing his hand to the middle of his chest, the smell of his blood spreading as it starts to drip from his

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

“Your new alpha garments are ready, Master Whitmoor.” I stepped out of the Midnight Wolf Runner and adjusted the dark leather collar of my tunic, smoothing the fabric down over my broad chest. The spring air was thick with the scent of pine and fresh bloodmoon water. The territory was beautiful, but it was a gilded cage. I stared up at the massive stone den. The heavy oak doors and iron railings looked exactly the same as the night I was driven away. The front entrance swung open, and Lisa Murdock stepped out onto the stone path, a fake, welcoming smile plastered across his face. He was thrilled to have finally unloaded the cursed property. Rumors had circulated for years that the ghost of t

Mom rushed over with red‑rimmed eyes and slapped me across the face. “It must have been you who drove Sheila away.” Her voice trembled with anger. “A girl raised by human traffickers is exactly what I expected. We should never have let you come back.” I stared at her. Then, through the blood blurring my vision, I looked toward Derrick. At that moment, the system’s countdown echoed in my mind. The stabbing pain in my chest intensified without warning. It hurt so much that every word required all the strength I had left. “If this was how things were going to be…”

Stay low, stay hidden. Outside, the night erupted in gunfire and inhuman roars. Through the smoke and flickering light of spreading flames, I could see crimson and black shapes moving through our compound like deadly shadows. The Crimson Howlers had come calling, and they hadn't bothered with pleasantries. "Ghost!" Sable's voice cracked across the chaos as she rolled through the side door, assault rifle in her hands and blood streaming from a cut on her forehead. "They hit us from three sides. Jack's pinned down in the main building."