Mistborn Ghostbloods Novels & Stories

Then, I brought out a bottle of whiskey and finished everything in one go. I even placed an order of fresh pig's blood online. I'd read somewhere that ghosts were extremely afraid of pig's blood. And since I wasn't able to rid myself of Mabel's ghost, I would just go all out and fight her instead. I held the bowl of blood in my hands, feeling comforted by its presence. Then, I waited patiently in the living room for the ghost to appear again. Just as the clock struck 9:00 pm, all of the lights in the house went out all of a sudden.

For a second, no one moved. The blade in my hand buzzed with power, the rift behind us roared with hungry magic, and in front of us, Damon stood with a bloodied grin—and an army of hunters ready to kill. Kael stepped in front of me again, his chest rising and falling in sharp bursts. “You’re a ghost, Damon. We buried you with the Scar.” “And yet,” Damon said, spreading his arms, “here I am—alive—while your world bleeds.”

"What you saw was not a nightmare though how I wish it to be. This is the reason why I was against it in the first place to have a Human here in the den of Non Humans. Or Vampires as you call us. Mason is human too. But he has been with us since... I don’t remember. Maybe since he was a kid himself. Serving my parents and then me. Max, Enzo. Zee and Saint are Vampires. You can see their eyes have a tinge of red. Unlike mine. Mine are deep blue. Because I am hybrid". He gently wiped the sweat on his forehead "Wha.. What is a ... Hybrid". Callum stuttered. He was more normal than before, still not fully.

Out here, in the snow-covered wilderness, the world felt open—wild, unpredictable. Ghost, ever vigilant, trotted beside them, his ears alert to every sound. Asha couldn’t help but wonder how much longer she could keep her emotions in check. The closer they got to Greywatch Spire, the more she could feel the pull of her people’s legacy. The Soulbone Imprint was more than just a key—it was a weapon, a curse. And she was its keeper. “We need to be careful,” Darian whispered, breaking her thoughts. “If the Blood Pact Beasts are being kept at Greywatch, it’ll be heavily guarded. We’ll need to get in quietly, and we’ll need to find a way to disable their defenses.”

When it comes back I’m on my knees again, gasping, but I still crawl forward, still rise. “Three minutes,” Ghost calls. They hit me harder. Faster. No mercy. I don’t ask for any. I drop again, face-first into the mud, body refusing to move. Everything is pain. Everything is perfect. I push up one last time, legs trembling, blood pouring from too many places, and I stand. I stand. I look each of them in the eye, Knox, Titan, Blaze, Wrath, and I smile like the devil himself. “Time,” Ghost says quietly.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

The festival grounds had emptied in chaos after the scream, but I remained, staring down at the body lying unnaturally still beneath the ornate lights and decorations. Alpha Miras. A visiting alpha from Rivershade pack. His throat had been slashed with surgical precision, one clean, fatal swipe. No scent, no sound, no trace of struggle. The work of a rogue, one from the Blood Moon faction if I had to guess. They were silent, calculated. They were called ghost in the night for that. I clenched my jaw, feeling my wolf pacing inside me. ‘It’s not Elvira’ Lynx muttered, for the first time in a while.

"I told him about the blood moon discovery, and we both laughed at the irony because Adam had named our pack Blood Moon Pack. I told him about combining the sun and moon magic, and he was thrilled about it. I was about to tell him about the plotting bloods when he stood up and ran out of the room. I did not know where he was going. It all happened so fast, and I was shocked. I got up and traced his scent. I followed him to the king's quarters. What I saw was terrifying. There was blood at the entrance with three dead blood enforcers. I was in shock, and I began to shake. I walked into the apartment, and Margret stood in her house robe in shock, stained with blood. It was partly her blood and