Mistborn Ghostbloods Novels & Stories

And he moved. But the man moved faster. He raised his hand. Black mist swirled around his fingers. The same mist that had choked the borders last winter. The same mist that had killed the messenger. “Blood calls to blood,” he whispered. And the mist shot forward. Not at Asher. At Luna. At her stomach. Asher roared. A sound of pure agony and rage that shook the mountains. He lunged forward, putting his body between the mist and Luna. But Luna was faster.

"A few rogues—four in total—managed to get through our defenses. They came in and started attacking, but we took care of them fairly easily. But… the end result was the same." There was a pause, a beat of silence, and I could feel the weight of what Damien was about to say settle over us. Caroline’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of unease crossing her face. She wasn’t expecting this. None of us were. I knew it, and Damien’s next words confirmed that. "Black blood," Damien continued, his voice dropping lower, almost as if the words themselves were dangerous to speak. "Their bodies decayed at a phenomenal rate. We’ve never seen anything like it before."

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

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.”

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."

"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

The ghostly hands began to melt away at a visible rate, just like the earlier Blood Specters. This was to be expected as Adrian was a powerful person capable of vanquishing the sources of these Blood Banes, and the Chaos Blade was a weapon meant for slaying these very sources. Combined, their power naturally amplified the effectiveness against the Blood Bane Energy. Now that Adrian could use his aura to annihilate these ghostly hands, he wasted no effort in making a move. With a cold expression, he continued deeper into the blood-red space. As he advanced, the ghostly hands vanished, replaced by Blood Specters. These Blood Specters were far more formidable than the ghostly hands. Adrian coul

before the monster could continue to finish his words, his eyes started to fall off as he felt his body turning into ash. Booshhh..... Green blood splattered everywhere but it didnt even touch a single hem of Gabriel shirt as he hid his palm once again and resumed walking, not caring about the phone that fall off and screen now shattered. Wind scratches his cheek as the green blood of the monster he had mercilessly touched at his back is starting to fade away and turned into ash, cleaning the once messy road as it got carried away by the wind. The system that played dead earlier when green blood splattered finally did his duty as he beep and announce loudly inside its Host head.

But my mother just shook her head, refusing to break her silence. Adeline's face went dark. She muttered something to one of her men. Seconds later, a speeding car came roaring out of nowhere and slammed straight into my mother. My mother's frail body flew through the air like a broken kite before crashing to the ground. Blood pooled beneath her as she lay there, eyes slowly closing. I watched it all unfold, frozen, my heart shattering into pieces. Regret and anguish tore through my chest, crashing against each other like waves. I curled up, trembling, tears spilling from my eyes.