Mistborn Ghostbloods Novels & Stories

As the moon dipped below the horizon, casting a dark shadow over Gettysburg's battle-scarred landscape, Reid and Elena prepared for the forbidden ritual. They stood within a circle of candles, their flickering flames dancing across the faces of the ancient tombstones. Elena's hands moved with deliberate precision, etching intricate symbols into the earth. Reid watched, his eyes burning with determination, as she poured a crimson liquid into the center of the circle. "The blood of the innocent," she whispered, "to awaken the Devouring Shadow."

For some time, there were screams and sounds of endless gunshots. Initially, they thought that these tomb robbers were of mediocre skill. However, when Grayson and the others fought with them, they were surprised to find that whether it was the opponents’ speed or their shooting accuracy, they were a level beyond their reach. Soon enough, all of the Ghost members were tranquilized to the ground. “Who on earth are these people?” Storm looked at the tomb robbers in disbelief. Levi grinned. “You guys are really over your head. They’re not people you can easily deal with unless you’re able to activate the supernatural power within.”

Old runes ran along the walls like scars. Kieran leaned against stone, breathing hard. Blood soaked his shirt. Dax tore cloth from his coat and bound the wound with efficient brutality. Kieran hissed but didn’t fight him—couldn’t. Kieran’s eyes found mine. “Aria… they called you ashbound.” My stomach dropped. “What?” Dax’s hands paused for the smallest heartbeat. Kieran swallowed. “The elders said the Moonwater turned black because the ashbound line woke up again.” Dax’s gaze lifted to me, gold eyes unreadable. “Your mother never told you what your blood is.”

Jonah sent a single thumbs up emoji that made my chest ache. I should call them. I will. Just not right now. The car slows and I look up. There’s a gate ahead, tall and iron and imposing, the kind that makes it very clear you’re not supposed to be here unless someone specifically invites you. Stone pillars on either side with the name ‘Petrova’ carved into them in elegant letters. The gate starts to open before we even reach it, sliding apart smooth and silent like it knows we’re coming. We drive through and the road changes from asphalt to gravel, the sound of it crunching under the tires filling the quiet car.

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?"

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