Mistwraith Mistborn Novels & Stories

“Straight through or we’ll be trapped forever!” Drakonios nodded once. He spoke a single draconic syllable—Vrenth. His wyvern jerked forward, tail and wings flaring; embers trailed like comets in its wake. Elliot’s silver mount stayed close, Seraphina gripping the saddle horn, eyes squeezed shut against the rushing force. The mists fought back. Faces—mouths agape in eternal warning—materialized and dissolved. Ghostly archways loomed, promising shortcuts if they veered right or left. Elliot kept his gaze locked dead center, trusting only the glimmering spiral as a fixed point.

Mason and Madison, sensing my excitement, looked up at me curiously, their innocent eyes wide with wonder. Matthias approached us with open arms, enveloping me in a warm and comforting embrace. It felt like a reunion of souls, a connection that transcended time and distance. As he released me from his embrace, his gaze shifted to the two curious faces beside me—my precious twins. "Jessica, it's been too long," he said with a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "And these must be the little miracles I've heard so much about." Matthias's eyes twinkled as he looked at Mason and Madison, his expression a mix of fondness and delight.

The earth creaked beneath each step Morgane made. Not from mass. From strength. Behind her, the Wraithborn host swept forward as a tide—silent, relentless, unending. Shrouded in twilight armor and crested with antlers blackened by fire, they did not utter a word. They had no use for words. Their desire was Morgane's. The Vale of Whispers, once a verdant corridor of songbirds and wind-twisted oaks, was now charred and silent.

Moonlight bathes the battlefield in an eerie silver glow while I wait, and wait, for the man that started this. Richard is a coward, but he’s a smart man. He knows he lost his opportunity to use the Book of Whispers to open his precious gate to another world, another hell where he plans to be a god, reborn. Now, this war means more to him than just a distraction. He needs to win, to overpower the royals and their powers, which means he’s more desperate than ever. I give myself a single second to think about Misty before locking her memory away, somewhere so deep I can’t reach it. That single thread she refused to let go of quakes in my chest, desperately holding on.

She said, "That's my family's last name. It's unlikely you've ever heard of it. May I know where I am? Now, where is this place?" The king responded, "now you are in the realm of Black Mist. This is my kingdom, and I am the king of this realm of black mist. My name is Everett Black Draco, and this realm is also a Vampire kingdom." Hearing the words from him, Tazaana could say nothing, out of shock. Xavier said, "Your Majesty, what should we do with her?" Everett replied, "She was imprisoned." Tazaana interrupted, "What have I done? Why am I imprisoned?"

He raised his hand and the weapon flew back into his grasp and he ran after them. Not having any other choice, the kids got in the stranger's car and he drove away fast enough to avoid being caught by the assassin. "Are you guys okay?" The stranger asked. "Yeah, thanks for helping us," Joe said, out of breath. "Who are you and who was that person that was chasing us?" Lydia asked from behind. "My name's Micah Jameson and that person that was chasing you was a Ginx," Michael said. "A what?" Kurt asked. "A Ginx. A magical warrior from Troleyadia, sent here to find the twin seeds of Eyah and by the looks of it, kill them," Micah said.

I felt cracked. I’d managed to build an image of what my life would be like, created a picture that seemed to be so right I didn’t prepare myself for a reality where it was anything but my reality. So things had begun to fall apart, pieces of this life breaking away bit by bit until I was left with nothing but me. But I didn’t know what I was without being Alpha, didn’t know who I was without my family, and I didn’t want to know. Because so far, that person seemed to be weak. Cracked. Mangled. Broken.

Jasmine always loved to gush about how there could be werewolves around us ever since she read a book about them. “This guy is too hot to be human, Ava. Only werewolf males can be as beautiful as that!” She replied as if she couldn’t be more wrong. “You are talking as if you have met one of them before,” I said with an eye roll. “I wish I get to meet them. And I wish I can get married to one of them one day. Waking up for the rest of my life beside such eye candy is an eternal blessing.”

Its sleek design, a testament to advancements since Jax's era, housed cutting-edge technology specifically designed to detect and neutralize rogue AI signatures. As she pierced the veil of the Mists, the familiar hum of the ship's engine gave way to an unsettling silence. Visibility dropped to mere meters, replaced by a swirling sea of ethereal mist. The ship's sensors flickered erratically, struggling to penetrate the dense energy field. Lyra, relying on her honed telepathic abilities, navigated blindly. The Mists, unlike the vast emptiness of space, pulsated with a strange energy, a cacophony of emotions both ancient and unsettling. She felt fragments of lost civilizations, echoes of their

Attention - Charlie Puth 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Today, the school is shocked by the arrival of a new student. Auristela, her name, beautiful girl. And at first glance, she looks white. I swear, I jumped right away. I wanted to cry, I just went out with the demonic, and now there is an incarnation of another demonic in girl version. I'm afraid, less beautiful. Auristela was tall, white, with long hair, like a vampire. It means that she is beautiful.