Mistborn Ghostbloods Novels & Stories

’ I scream. Werewolves and vampires are circled by minotaurs, along with a few little sprites and orcs. Alec sends the Grimghouls and Shadow Reapers onto them. Two werewolves and a vampire are killed as the rest of the group manage to flee, running past me. I look around to see the once beautiful and lush world of Mysteria is now devastating to look upon, with fires and dead loved ones everywhere. Magnus grabs my hand and pulls me along behind him. We follow Maia and Damon along with everyone else, running toward Moon Crest Castle.

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.

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

“That’s officially creepy.” “The ring is here,” Lucien murmured. “She sealed it inside.” “How do we open it?” “Blood.” “Of course it’s blood,” I muttered. “It’s always blood. Nobody ever tries passwords.” He turned to me, eyes glowing faintly. “You opened our tomb. You woke me. She listens to you.” I blinked. “She likes me because I didn’t scream. That’s not consent, it’s pity.” He extended his hand. “Lend me your blood, Miss Hale.”

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

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.