Mistborn Reen Novels & Stories

She said in her familiar hispanic accent. "What is an Astral Quest and why am I just now hearing about it???" He asked in an aggravated tone. "It's a bit shrouded in mystery since people tend to have a variety of experiences. What we do know is, once your Reborn the System sends you to some sort of nonphysical realm once you fall asleep, often described as dreamlike or unreal." "What's the purpose?" He asked Prof. Callista.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

"You've caused enough chaos and relied on Ms. Griffin to cover for you on other days. Now that you've stirred up a disaster, you pinned it on Mr. Jameson instead? How shameless can you be?" A tide of angry accusations crashed down on Elijah. His face went deathly pale, his eyes filled with despair. At that moment, the control room door swung open. Wallace Brown, the manager of the cryobank, and Maya walked in. Elijah scrambled forward, almost crawling to her feet, and whined, "Maya, I was just trying to help! I didn't expect to cause such trouble!" The moment she entered, her gaze softened and locked on him. Tenderly, she wiped his tears.

I'm not actually here to clean so I left my cleaning tool in the bathroom. I looked around Miss Minchin's office and I went directly to her laptop on the table. Have I told you that I worked at a software company in my past life? I gain a lot of knowledge there. Electronics right now are of low quality so it was easy to decode. I downloaded all the files on Miss Minchin'd laptop encrypted it for security and send it to an email I'm making right now.

Noticing that Reuben was standing in a daze, she asked, "Aren't you tired of standing, Reuben?" Reuben shook his head. "I… I'm not tired." "Do you stutter?" asked Misty. Reuben lowered his head and blushed. "N-No. I'm just too shy to speak." Misty chuckled suddenly. She was so charming that Reuben dared not look at her even more. Misty patted the sofa. "Sit with us and talk." "I-It's fine." Reuben blushed scarlet. Misty couldn't refrain from teasing, "Shall I come and help you sit?"

Malachi and Levi drove to the Council ranch in silence. Levi had spent two full days silencing the Mexican cartel in Anaheim, making sure there would be no blow back to Kai. The Council’s ranch, in Montana, was located on Bitterroot Lake. It was built on the river with groves of trees flanking the house. It had wide open spaces, and it was quiet. The Council held meetings there, and once or twice, they’d invited future Council Alphas to the ranch.

The pain in my chest was daggering at the strike of her words, but she was right. I was greeted by Benji holding the car door open and an umbrella over his head, sheltering him from the pelting of the thick rain drops. "Motel on Gretna Benji, and put a step on it. I'm late," he closed the door behind me, then began making his way to the driver's side.

Gasped. And then I saw them. Bodies hanging in the water like a burial site, ready. I saw Jasmine’s face next to me, eyes open, blank. No. No, that wasn’t her. Just another echo. I swam and clawed at the surface. And stood again. Now it is in a chamber — real stone, real walls — etched with thousands of names. I knew some of them. Some were still missing. One name stood out. Damien Vale.

Out of all the people in the world. Sarah. My maid from my previous life, I can only stare at her, wondering if my eyes are playing tricks on me, coincidences like this simply do not happen. She looks exactly as I remember, the same gentle brown eyes and the same neatly tied hair and calm expression she always wears whenever she comes to assist me. Only this time, she has no idea who I am or rather, she has no idea who I used to be, the shock must be written all over my face because she hesitates for a brief second before lowering her head respectfully.