Mistborn: The Final Empire Book Novels & Stories

-- We ate some foods that we saw sa mga stalls, pagkatapos ay nag-palit kami ng pambahay na damit saka kami dumiretso sa library ng dorm. "Ito." May inilapag siyang libro sa harapan ko, kulay luntian ang kulay nito at halata ang pagka-luma, ngunit hindi ito gutay-gutay. "Nakakapagtaka naman at ikaw lang yata ang walang alam sa imperyo." Imperyo? Why didn't mama and papa nor my grandparents tell me this kind of thing? "The Mironian Empire." Ito ang nakalagay sa first page.

For now though, the series of the Silver Mist will end after this book. All the best, Dawn Rosewood

I built an empire on code. But this... this laughter in the twilight, this peace earned, not taken? This is my legacy. And it is only just beginning. THE END

The city slept uneasily beneath a veil of mist, its skyline blurred like a lie told too often. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse, Elara Thornfield watched the lights pulse, old, distant, obedient. The world always looked honest from this height. That was its greatest deception.

He wouldn’t allow himself to be swayed by such emotions. At least, that was what he told himself. But as he watched the branches bow to the wind’s embrace, he wasn’t so sure anymore. How was it that he could be ruthless enough to run a mafia empire, to kill without hesitation, yet be blind to the simplest truth—that he cared? How had he not realized that his lies and manipulations would only lead to his downfall? That he would lose the one person who had ever cared about him, leaving him utterly, irrevocably alone?

She shakes her head, "it's just that this isn't how I imagined it from the books. It's a lot slower." She tells him. "Oh well, I guess our journey ends here. I don't have that kind of patience for naive girls." I said dismissively. She broke out into sobs and ran off. I look at form leaving. "Well that goes my chance of getting laid tonight." I say to myself disappointed. "Her kisses were terrible though." I say trying to comfort myself. "Well well well,

She said, arching her brow. "I do when they try to steal from me. You do not have a right to know why they are here. You do not rule this world, your majesty. I owe you no explanation for my actions. So I will only ask you once to get out of my throne and leave my realm before I make you leave." Sorin hissed. Imelda let out a dark laugh, sending a shiver down my spine. "By all means, Empress. Do your worst." Sorin didn't hesitate, her magic filling the room. Suddenly gold covered guards were everywhere. Some had swords drawn while others had their magic at the ready.

"We have thirty seconds before the vault seals forever. Move, Ivy!" We burst out onto the blackened terrace as the ground beneath the mansion finally gave way. The Vault of Sins collapsed into the ocean with a roar that shook the very foundation of the city. The dust settled. The silver glow on my skin faded to a faint, shimmering veil. We were the last ones standing in the ruins of the St. Claire empire. Dante looked at me, his face smeared with ash and blood, his eyes burning with a dark, twisted Happily Ever After.

Just the quiet understanding that some things didn’t need to be spoken. I sat back in the chair, hands still, and let the silence do the talking for once. The empire was mine. The cost was mine. And somewhere in the space between them, a new thread had begun to spin—thin, dangerous, and already tangled up with the man who’d once burned the world for me and never got the chance. The new queen had taken the throne. And the city was still breathing. THE END. Original story.

stronger, wiser, and finally at peace. THE END!