Mistborn Ghostbloods Novels & Stories

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

Gunfire erupted again as the next wave entered the chamber. This time— They were ready. Arun moved with calculated precision. Lena danced through the chaos like a predator. And the Ghost— The Ghost became something else entirely. A phantom in the dark. Every shot perfect. Every movement flawless. Bodies fell one after another. The chamber turned into a battlefield. Smoke. Echoes. Blood. And in the center of it all— Three monsters working together. For now. Minutes passed like seconds. The last hunter collapsed. Silence returned once more.

I am standing my ground, and I am waiting for the beast to show his true face. Idris Blackthorne thinks he has the upper hand. He thinks his legacy is untouchable. He thinks I am a ghost he can capture in a jar. He has no idea what happens when a ghost decides to haunt the living. I turn off the lights, the room plunging into absolute darkness. I don't need the light to see. My senses are sharp, my mind is clear, and my heart is cold. The war for the Bloodmoon Pack has just begun, and I am going to make sure that when it ends, the Blackthorne name is nothing more than a curse that mothers use to scare their pups.

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.

Let the blood drip directly onto Ethan’s chest. At once, his body ignited. But not with normal fire. Purple flame. Sybilla—whatever she was—screamed. “NO!” Too late. I stabbed the blade into the stone bowl. Our three bloods mixed completely. The world exploded in light. --- Purple flares shot from the altar, burning the ancient symbols hidden across the floor and walls. One by one, the ghost brides screamed—and vanished. But they didn’t disappear in agony. Their faces looked… free.

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.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

25 / 47 Kayo pockets one shard “for interest.” It still ends up in my bloodstone five seconds later. Team 4 – Superior Bathhouse Cellar (Al, Frankie, and the ghost mob) Ghosts can’t be reflected. The sorcerer never stood a chance. Tommy guns made of pure memory chew through his wards. Three more shards. 28 / 47 Team 5 – Maurice Catacombs (Rowan Vale solo) Rowan doesn’t fight. He just walks in, says one word in a language older than Shambhala, and the sorcerer drops to his knees weeping.