Mistborn Ghostbloods Novels & Stories

He still couldn't speak, it seemed he still hadn't become as strong as Andrew and Ansel who had been shadow soldiers for a long time and had increased in strength. No problem. And because that this was over, Damien, Reinhard, and Ginny got back into the car. Damien stepped on the gas pedal, leaving the mansion area that once belonged to Marcis Osya, one of the noble class vampires. And when Damien turned his car out of the mansion grounds, Boooommmm!~ ... The mansion exploded and produced green flames that soared into the sky. Damien's entire army of shadows who had just left Detroit and arrived in Portland raised their hands in the air and roared loudly at the explosion of green flames from

Lucia stopped when the next moment, the entire place was filled with mist and I could not see anything aside from the white mist blocking my eyesight from seeing my surroundings. "Lucia? Are you still there? Orion?" I panicked. I haven't read about River of Flames much and I'm afraid that we would just suddenly be poisoned by this mist or there is something that will suddenly swallow us whole while we stood there. "I'm here, Ophelia. I'm fine. It's just, I'm a little uncomfortable that I can't see anything. This mist is getting to my nerves," I heard Lucia. "Orion?" I called but no one answered. So I talked to Raja in my mind.

Ghost grabbed the other hand, and the remaining five fingers also fell to the ground. Marcus and Mark had lost the ability to speak as they looked on in fear. Ghost used a special technique and broke Layla’s limbs. She could not move, and the only thing she could do was scream out in pain. She wanted to faint, but the pain woke her up every time. Ghost looked towards the door and ordered, “Come.” A few men in white lab coats carrying unique briefcases entered. They looked like doctors, but when Marcus had a clear look at the badges on their chests, he was so dumbfounded that he ended up vomiting blood.

“So I can make preparations.” “Burial?” Damon’s lips twisted into a bitter chuckle, the sound devoid of warmth. “I promised her I wouldn’t let anything happen to her. There’s no burial.” Ghost’s eyes widened, her voice trembling as she stepped closer. “I’m sorry, blood. I know this is hard for you, but there’s nothing any of us can do. She’s gone.” Damon whirled to face her fully, and in that moment, his eyes ignited—a brilliant, unnatural red flaring to life, consuming the hazel of his irises.

The Monadikos were cornered, their numbers dwindling as the Cartel forces and the Ghosted advanced in unrelenting waves. Mikhail, battered and breathing heavily, clenched his fists as he surveyed the battlefield. His men were being slaughtered like animals. The Ghosted moved like wraiths, striking from the shadows, their blades cutting through throats, slicing through tendons, leaving nothing but lifeless husks in their wake. The Cartel soldiers advanced with brutal efficiency, their gunfire drowning out the pained cries of the dying.

Here are my little mate sequences and their blur: 1. Bound by Blood and Love Blur - : In a world where the supernatural and humans coexist, "Bound by Blood and Love" follows Victoria, haunted by her past, as she discovers her daughter Alisha is fated to be with a powerful vampire, Ryan. Duty separates them, but as their destinies intertwine, Victoria must reconcile her protective instincts with cosmic forces. Battles between supernatural factions loom, testing their love and resolve. As tensions rise and alliances form, Victoria faces a pivotal decision, leading to a climactic showdown. This tale of love, duty, and sacrifice explores the enduring power of family and fate in a captivating wor

Blood splattered as the body collapsed straight into the dirt. At that moment, a wisp of black mist slowly rose from the corpse, writhing as if struggling. "Trying to escape? Your soul has already been sealed, so just stay put," Chase sneered while raising his hand. Instantly, the black mist shrank and was pulled into his palm. "Nether Ghost Energy!" Chase furrowed his brows slightly. This black mist was the lingering soul energy of a deceased martial warrior, a mixture of resentment and baleful aura.