Misty Winds Novels & Stories

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

Large, heavy drops pelted my body, cold and unrelenting. The rain blurred my vision, and I stepped on a loose stone, falling hard to the ground. The downpour drenched my hair and clothes, as though it was trying to swallow me whole. I could not breathe. I wondered if I died like this, would Mother cry when I met her in the afterlife? Still, I had no strength left. Every attempt to rise grew smaller and weaker. After I closed my eyes, a car behind me suddenly screeched to a halt.

Throwing the newspaper to the back seat, my gaze flies to the window, where I watch the market life swoosh past me. Mist is a desert, complete with sand dunes and the occasional scorpion; I am here to rebalance their ecosystem; two days after my arrival, it rained, they called it a blessing, but because they were not prepared for it, all it did was cause more harm than good.

That was more than enough for me. I can still endure it all, so I will keep going no matter what. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx

Ten seconds before the bomb detonated, I decisively clipped the blue wire, saving hundreds of lives inside the high-rise building. At the celebration dinner, Robert Vance—our bomb squad captain—handed the top honor to the new rookie, Vivian Reed. “Let the new girl have it. You don’t want people to say I favor you, do you?” Throughout our five years of secret dating, he had used this same excuse repeatedly to shut me up before I could even complain. Every life-threatening mission fell entirely on my shoulders. Yet every honor and public commendation was without fail handed to someone else. Clutching my bleeding side, I retreated to a corner. From afar, I watched Vivian accept the vibrant bouq

“Spirits of the realms, Moon Goddess, I plea for your guidance. I am the heir of the wolven throne and I am here to correct the mistakes of my fallen brethren committed against your children!” On cue, the mist started to fade from the gentle breeze coming from the depths of the forest. It was at this moment that her wavering pupils stilled. The whip of a sharp wind hit her face while her right hand held the dagger-like tip of the branch that was about to skewer her head. As soon as the clearing appeared before them, the last of the mist faded into thin air as if it was never there in the first place. What welcomed her resolute eyes was a sight she had already anticipated.

Landon was dangerous, as he was skilled, but Misty was deranged. “As much fun as it is to watch you injure yourself, I think it would be more fun to see you fend for your life in your current state.” Misty lifted the blade to her nose and sniffed. “First, I want you to stab yourself one more time in each leg.” Misty threw her dagger toward me. “Using the blade coated with a mixture of Stormie’s blood and wolfsbane.” My senses were strong enough to know there wasn’t much wolfsbane on the blade. It would be enough to weaken my wolf, but only by a little. Growing up, I endured being exposed to wolfsbane to build a resistance.

Misty leave home with one thing in mind: Embrace the strength she just obtain! She begin from understanding the so-called-system, and been encountered trouble just like in the game she used to play. Yet, she still doubted, is this even the reality she once living? The truth she couldn't tell, she can only sigh the deepest when a strange glint appear in her eyes. The system “beep” multiple time for a warning that her attenton shifted from distracted: Disastor is coming!

There, I barely saw the army, trained by the old hag! I look away and flow so fast to restraint myself to stop and landed in the mountain. I said, reminded myself, “That's why makes sure to be strong and must powerful to comeback home, Encrinch!” Just before the sun's rise, we reach the gloomy forest. Misty seems to be filled with reminisce and couldn't stop saying, “I wonder if my fate is right in that place. I'm so excited!” I let her be, and cautiously look the gloomy forest. I ask as I felt like eyes is everywhere, “Is this place really this eerie?”

Walking round the chair, Misty placed her hands on Reid's shoulders. "You are tensed, do you want me to help," she rubbed against his shoulders and leaned down, letting her breath ghost on his neck. "Like I've always done before Scarlet arrived," Snappily, Reid twirled, his gaze piercing through her skull which made her step back. "Are you supposed to be here, Misty?" His tone was low and severe that it sent a coolness down Misty's spine.