Misty Winds Novels & Stories

The room felt suddenly smaller, every color drained away until there was only her and the chill she brought with her. “Do not show weakness,” Misty said fiercely. I stood there without a word. She leaned close enough that I could smell the cold perfume. “Zane told me the Alpha was wasting his mercy,” she whispered. “I will not waste mine.” She straightened, turned on her heel, and left, the door clicking shut behind her. I stood there, breath shallow, as Misty howled a question in my chest. “What does she mean by Luna? Is she his mate?”

"Janice, there's a supervisor position open at the branch office. Are you interested?" I froze, unable to react for a moment. "The transfer won't be immediate, of course. It won't be decided until after the New Year's holidays." My manager waved a hand. "Think it over. There's no rush to give me an answer." Being recognized at work gave me satisfaction I had never felt before. By the time I got off work, it was already dark. I walked out of the office and found Harry waiting by the flower bed outside, holding two cups of milkshake. When he saw me, he raised one of the cups and shook it.

It was time for descending to Llfhame to bless the Llfhams and see for her own eyes the progress of the Island. A calm wind swept every town; it was strong enough to call their attention but never enough to tumble their things. With the wind emerges the wind goddess, Moria. Her long white gown that floats up to her ankles is like the pure white clouds in the sky, her gradient long hair reaching her feet was astounding, from long snow white turning pale to dark blue as it nears the tip. Beside her was the wind goddess’ magical beast, the great dragon called Chaos. Moria’s face was covered with a white veil but her gentle compassionate smile could not be hidden inside the veil. As she descends

This time, Ash closed his eyes and sighed out in defeat before nodding to himself and speaking again. "I've just been thinking about mum more lately." Ash looked at the ground, afraid that if he so much as glanced up at Ms Vento's face, he'd break down into ugly tears. She reminded him of his mother more than anyone else he knew. "I miss her and I wish I could go back but I can't and it's honestly killing me." Ash began to rant and, against his better judgement, glanced up to see Ms Vento's reaction. The moment his eyes locked with hers, his eyes welled up with tears and he hung his head again, sobbing lowly under his breath.

Thunderstorm theme—perfect for her, unpredictable and powerful. Jasmine suddenly whisks her away to the stage. No, no—I have to reach her before midnight. I move quickly, weaving through the crowd. I call her name. “Aury, I… please, just hear me out—” But the chimes begin. Ding. I stop in my tracks. Ding. My heart slams against my ribs. Ding. The bond ignites like a firestorm inside me. Ding. And then she turns—her eyes locking with mine.

His absence gnawed at me, a void I could not fill. The wind howled, whipping through the trees, carrying with it a strange energy. The mist, thick and swirling, began to rise from the ground, curling around our ankles. It felt alive, as though it had been waiting for us to arrive. I shivered, my breath coming in quick bursts as I struggled to keep my composure. "This is it," I whispered. The air felt charged with anticipation, the moment hanging between us like a fragile thread, ready to snap at any moment.

Misty said and even put food on her plate. Right after eating lunch with Misty, she also left to work as Gavin's secretary. She was on the balcony of their room, wondering a lot. “Who are the enemies that he was talking about?” She mumbled after remembering how Gavin tried to hide her and told her that his enemies are on the island. Who are they? She wants to contact her cousins immediately, but then, something is stopping her. She is aware that she must do everything carefully. “That fvcking crash is not an accident,” she uttered firmly.

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

}} [ that dear one was the cries of my children, the lake is made up of tears of those who lost loved ones in one way or the other before their time, the orbs you see are wandering souls of those who have died before meeting their destined and are stuck here roaming and searching for all eternity, I do not wish that for you Hayden or for any of my children, I have spend milleniums looking on as my children lost their lives foolishly for naught, it pains me and it haunts me to see how far my creations have strayed from their purpose ] {{ Then what must I do to get my mate that was stolen back? }} [ fear not, all is not lost, I have a child a blessed and chosen child that is assisting the Cres

But first, she had to brave the rising squall and drive ten miles into the county to deliver this last anniversary bouquet to Jolene Lowrey. Mother Nature was having some kind of a tantrum, lashing wind and rain against the van hard enough to make it rock as Misty took the road out from town and headed over the pass that led to the next valley. She could barely hear the guiding voice of her GPS telling her where to turn, and the wipers couldn't keep up with the deluge pounding down. She slowed to a crawl, leaning forward, as if that would help her see better. The world had narrowed down to a green and gray blur of the countryside. The drive that should have taken no more than fifteen minutes