Mistborn Ghostbloods Novels & Stories

“After that, Mercy refused to pay me. She abandoned me like I was trash. Then she hired someone else. Someone worse. Someone I hope you never meet.” I looked back at him. “They call him Ghost. He’s deadly. Cold. And not just in action. He’s the kind of man who drinks blood before a job. A real monster. He never leaves a witness behind.” His jaw tightened. I could tell he was trying to control his anger. “I know this is hard to believe,” I added. “But if you want proof… I’ll take you to her. To Diana. She’s safe. I made sure of that.”

I choke and gag kicking my legs until I feel the blackness start to take over. **************** Hunter I slam my brakes on in the middle of the village and jump out looking for any clue to where I'm supposed to go. We hear another roar and I snap my head in the direction and take off running with Orion beside me. We run up a field and come round the trees facing towards a hill. In the far distance I can see Diana's small frame suspending Bonnie off the ground by one arm. Bonnie's lifeless limbs dangle in the air. Another man is running towards them but as he gets close enough Diana shoots out her other arm and knocks him to the ground.

It smelled awfully peculiar, and familiar at the same time but he could not tell where he had perceived the scent of such blood from in the past. Twice he paused, thinking it had vanished. Then it would flare up again—more distant, more elusive. Whoever was spilling the blood wasn’t just human. They were marked. Cursed, or blessed—Lucien wasn’t sure which. But the scent of the blood sang of prophecy and ruin. And now, he was tethered to it. Drawn beyond hunger. Beyond curiosity. He needed to find its source. He looked up toward the huge trees as he made his way deeper and whispered, “You shouldn’t have bled tonight.”

It took a while after she managed to even breathe, “It's Kimberly; we tried everything we could, Gibson. The leukemias already contaminated her white blood cell for a long time and it had weakened her whole body to fight the cancer off. She's dead.” There was a moment of silence. His phone fell off his loosed grip as he stared into blank space; his fingers rushed to undo his first three buttons. He rubbed his hands on his face, feeling stressed; he looked like he was filled with devastation. His eyes welled up with tears. Two veins pulsed by the side of his head as he slammed his hands hard on his wheels. “Fuck!” The voice bounced back in the confinement of his car “Hello, Gibson, hello?”

Stepping each foot ahead of the other, we make our way into the group that is now starting to grow… Dicing and slicing… Pumping and pushing… Driving and slamming… Over and over as our feet take us… Blood spurting in our face and covering our clothes… Sliding through a pool of mess as we glide our way through, taking each Bloodluster and taking the very essence of their life from their bodies as they drop to the floor and disappear. Soon we are joined by Connor and Ethan that take the ones that managed to get past us. As a complete unit, the Misfits bring the end to a group of Bloodlusters… But then… "Connor," I look over my shoulder and call for him to join my side. "I think we have encounte

"What are you doing? Get out of here!" I grabbed my best friend's hand and turned to run, but the one behind us blazed his white teeth and flashed forward. I quickly turned around and kicked him in the stomach, but at the same time, another guy came at Cammie. For that split second, my heart stuck in my throat. To my surprise, Cammie held off his oversize bite with a blow, making the undead stumbled backward. "Ow!" Cammie cried and shook her hand in pain. "Is his face made of stone or something?"

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

It’s just before dawn, and I’m standing atop the main tower of the castle. A shroud of grey mist surrounds me, covering me with a blanket, clinging to my pants, and I hear a mournful weeping as a wave of icy cold rolls over me. The ghosts cannot harm me, but they’re still affecting me. What a nasty feeling! I stretch out my hand and clench my fist. The cut is still open, and black drops of blood fall into the mist. “You’ve had your revenge. Rest in peace.” As my blood touches the mist, it starts dissipating, and the icy lump of grey ice finally thaws inside my chest. I see human souls soaring up and vanish in the rays of a new sun. They have finally fulfilled their purpose, and they are happ