Mistborn Reen Novels & Stories

The car pulled to a smooth stop in front of the Grand Élan Mall—its sleek glass exterior reflecting the buzz of Valemont’s elite, who streamed in and out like it was their private playground. Elara stepped out first, her denim shorts brushing mid-thigh, her top hugging her figure modestly. The nude sandals with the tiny pearls clicked lightly on the polished floor. She looked casual but expensive, the kind of look that said she could afford to not care. Behind her, Damien emerged, jaw clenched, his mood sour.

“What can I say? I laugh in the face of danger!” “Turned into Simba now, huh?” “At least you get the reference… But seriously, it was epic, I came out barely alive and almost got blood bonded to stay alive.” “It was definitely epic! I hope to have more scenes today, after all it is the last session.” “I hope so too, after all we are going to invade that Caern once and for all and spread corruption!” “Man, when you talk like that, I even miss face-to-face meetings.” “Me too, but go home soon!”

A look that was more than new to me. Applauses that went round was almost deafening. “Say something, Luna!” Someone screamed, and I smiled gracefully, as Ryder gave me a small nod. “I'm more than glad to be back to my pack. To my people. I have no one to be thankful to, than the Moon Goddess. I can't exactly remember what happened, or how I got missing. But I'll be finding everything out again, in due course.” “I really don't think it's necessary,” Thyri said loud enough to gain the attention of the whole room.

Nicholas said again, gently but firmly peeling her off me. He helped me out of the car, his hand steady and warm against mine, I smiled in gratitude but my attention quickly shifted to the sight ahead. Wow. A massive two-story modern structure stood before me, sleek lines of black stone and glass framed by towering trees. His home wasn’t at all what I expected. “Welcome to Stormborn Manor,” Nicholas said as Arissa waved me forward like an overexcited tour guide and skipped toward the building. Inside, several maids stood waiting. The moment they saw us, they bowed slightly and greeted me warmly, their smiles not the cold, obligatory kind I’d grown used to back at home but actual genuine smil

He couldn't code himself, so someone was hired to code everything according to his instructions. Flattery kept pouring in. He began living the high life, carefree and unbothered. Nancy felt like she had finally made it. She even got engaged to Chester. When the assistant brought over all the recent CCTV footage of Chester at Watch Group, I noticed that he texted someone on his smartwatch every night. I zoomed in on the conversation and realized they were communicating via Morse code. The other party was saying that they planned to steal again next week. It seemed Chester wasn't about to give up just yet.