Mistborn: The Final Empire Book Novels & Stories

According to my search, there is a book emporium down the street. It doesn’t take me long to find the corner building. It’s a grand brown brick building with piles of books sitting in the display window. The door dings as I walk in. I’m instantly struck by the scent of dust and paper. An old man looks up from behind a makeshift counter, smiling at me from over the top of a red hardcover. “Welcome and salutations my friend. Is there something I can help you find today?” he asks, setting down his reading material.

“Look at this.” James took the tablet, looking at it with furrowed eyebrows. It was an email but the first one caught his attention, after reading the contents, his chest tightened. “Mr. Knight, your Empire is built on lies. Your family too. You and your “wife” aren't as invulnerable as you think. Be ready for what's to come. You won't know what hit you.”

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

"It's nice talking to you and all but I think I'll head back and rest. I've had a little bit too much." Without waiting for his reply I made my speedy escape. That had been really close… Bad mouth! My inner monologue almost got me in trouble. This is a side effect of sleepiness, makes one dumber by fifty percent. The trip back to the dormitory was nostalgic. Mrs Peterman bade me farewell yesterday and gave me my favourite physical book as a parting gift. As much as I loved research books and historical journals, my favourite physical tome was fiction. Fiction archive books were really rare to find as many of them were destroyed alongside civilisation during the Great Explosion. People had no

I have a fabulous friend. And if it isn’t obvious by now, the person that I am talking about is Christine Gyamfi. And if you don't know who she is, then read the other book; The Light's Shadow. It's an original book that she wrote herself. I personally didn't read the book, but I'm sure that you will. I mean, why are you reading this then? But that's beside the point. Christine is awesome. She is hilarious, kind, and sweet. The woman also treats everyone around her with respect. She is one of the few people that fuels my faith in humanity.

I quickly fished it back out of my bag before handing it over to him. He quickly read back through the mission before shaking his head as he went over to one of his bookcases and pulled out a large rolled piece of parchment. As he set it on the desk, I moved to stand behind it with him as he unrolled the map, setting a couple of heavy books along the edges to hold it in place before looking over it for a long moment with a sigh. Lexi and Genie both came up to the other side of the desk to see what we were looking at as we all looked over the map, just as Xavier pointed out Celestia's capital city of Elysium.

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.

She could almost taste the future she wanted to build: a grand college in the heart of Mirapur where no girl would ever have to beg for a chance to learn, and a lavish, white-marbled villa for her mother, where the only work Maryam would ever do was tend to a garden of roses. When the doors hissed open, the air of the city hit her—metallic, cold, and bustling with an energy that felt both electric and predatory. Zara stepped onto the platform, gripping her luggage. She looked up, dazed by the sheer scale of the terminal. She didn't know that beneath the polished marble floors of this city, secrets were buried—secrets of a father she never knew and an empire that had been stolen before she co

“The empire will destroy you, just like it destroyed everything else. Your rebellion is meaningless.” Nia’s heart thudded against her ribs, and for a moment, she wondered if Eric truly believed his own words. Was he so lost in the empire’s control that he didn’t see what was happening before his eyes? The empire was crumbling, and all the power it had wielded for centuries was nothing more than a house of cards waiting to collapse. She stepped forward, her blade gleaming in the pale light. “You’re wrong. This isn’t about the empire. It’s about us. About what we’ve become—and what we can still choose to be.”

I asked the soldier as he was turning to leave us. “The Flame Dragon Empire…” the soldier replied in a low voice. No more needed to be said. All our eyes dropped to the floor as the full-scale of the situation sank in. There was no way we could win a war against the Flame Dragon Empire, the biggest, wealthiest, and most ruthless empire in this region. This war isn’t something totally unexpected, rather it was just a matter of time before our land along with many of our neighboring towns would be under attack.