Mistborn Ghostbloods Novels & Stories

Ashley really wanted to punch him in the face. Morgan Blackstorm answered, "Why, don't you have the guts to admit it?" "You... don't be sentimental, I'm afraid!" Ashley had to explain. "Come down." Morgan Blackstorm's voice sank slightly, with a somewhat commanding tone. "No." Ashley wrapped her arms even tighter, "There are ghosts, I'm afraid." Morgan Blackstorm frowned, "Nonsense, how can there be ghosts in this world?" "Yes." Ashley refused to come down, "You just didn't see it!"

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

She thought of the fire escape, the ripped window, the taste of adrenaline and need that never seemed to leave her throat. “Always,” she said. And this time, she almost believed it. * When morning came, the city’s streets were orange with chemical sunrise and panicked with rumor. The market had already patched its wounds. Word spread: a pair of ghosts had knifed their way through two squads, left only mess and a floating corpse as testimony. In the hush of the utility corridor, Carolina sipped stolen tea and let Wyn’s science experiment fizz on her tongue, hoping the fever would break soon. Xander dozed with his head in her lap, twitching now and then, chasing nightmares darker than anything

The path to the Sacred Chamber, where the gemstone lay hidden, had been poisoned. I steadied my breath and pressed on, the handle of my blade tight in my grip. A thick mist began to roll in. From the mist, a low growl erupted. I spun to face it. A creature crawled from the shadows—skeletal, tall as two men, its body made of bone and black mist. Grave Stalker. It screeched and pounced. I barely dodged in time, rolling across cold stones. I swung my spirit-steel blade, catching its side. It retaliated with sharp claws that sliced my shoulder. I screamed and stumbled.

"A harmonic dissonance that will stay dormant until the moment they try to power up the Primary Component. When Silas tries to turn on his transmitter, the entire grid will vibrate itself into dust." The mission began three nights later. The Cape winter had arrived in full force. A "Black South-Easter" was howling across the Cape Flats, bringing with it a driving rain that turned the city into a blurred painting of grey and neon. It was the perfect weather for a ghost. Toby and I moved through the shadows of the V&A Waterfront, dressed in dark, waterproof tactical gear. We weren't in the shiny, tourist-filled areas; we were in the guts of the old harbour, where the barnacle-encrusted concret

And maybe something beginning to feel dangerously like love. A distant howl shattered the moment. Both of us froze. Another answered. And another. Auren appeared at the edge of camp, face pale. “The monsters are moving.” The warmth vanished. Reality returned. The Blood Moon was still coming. The First Wolf was still missing. And somewhere in the darkness, something ancient had started hunting. But as Kael’s hand found mine again, holding tight as we stared into the night, I realized one thing: Whatever came next, I wouldn’t face it alone.

"The Bloodbound will rise again." The dagger's light flared once, as if answering him. And far above the ruins, in the night sky, a murder of crows took flight - screaming into the dark.

"They're not real. It's just the temple, feeding on your guilt." "They look real," he grits out, his eyes already shifting to red-silver. "They feel real." "Then use your curse. The Mist Queen said the shadows can pierce illusions. Let the Bloodwraith see the truth." He hesitates, and I can feel his fear of losing control. But I send reassurance through the bond, showing him that I'm here, that I won't let him fall. He gives in to the transformation partially, letting the Bloodwraith's power flow through him without fully changing. His eyes blaze red-silver, and the shadows around him sharpen into blades. He swipes at the nearest illusion, and where the shadow touches, the figure dissolves.

Yvonne asked while moving in front of Giselle when she realized that the man and her best friend were staring at each other intensely. "Oh, never mind. I think I remember my friend's door number now. I honestly thought it was on this floor. Well, ladies, have a wonderful morning ahead," he greeted us before leaving without anything saying anything else. We watched him get lost inside the elevator. "Okay?" Yvonne started before facing Giselle and cheerfully said, "Let's go- what's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost." "That- that was E-Emesto."

I kill him, that part dies too, and I will never live in peace for the rest of my life. He'll haunt me. His ghost will continue to live in my nightmares. Joining Burson, that psychopath that fucks me with his loaded gun whose name I never bothered to know, and that man I killed. Three of them will soon be added with one. One with my father's visage. A scream tore and squeezed the trigger, but Damon nudged the barrel, hitting Henry on the shoulder instead. “Argh!” He screams, jolting, but Salvatore holds him still. Somehow amused as to what was happening.