Of Mist And Shadow Novels & Stories

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

The Mistwood Vale stretched endlessly before them—mile after mile of shadowed fog, shifting like something alive. Every step felt heavier here, every breath a test. The mist clung to their skin like silk and smoke, whispering echoes that didn’t belong to either of them. Kael’s hand stayed near hers but didn’t touch. “The mist listens,” he said quietly, voice a low rumble against the silence. “It feeds on thought, on sound. Stay focused on your heartbeat. Nothing else.”

Never. The car jolted over a rut as it pulled me back to the present. I opened my eyes. The road had narrowed to a single track winding through dense pine. Moonlight sliced between the branches and painted silver streaks across the dashboard. My hands trembled but I pressed them harder against my stomach and whispered to the life inside me. “You won’t suffer for my mistakes. I swear it. Whatever it takes, you’ll have safety. You’ll have something real.” The woman slowed the car as the trees thinned. Ahead, a stone arch rose out of the mist. Black iron gates stood open. Beyond them the Shadow Castle loomed, tall spires jagged against the night sky like broken teeth. No lights burned in the wi

The fog has thickened by the time I arrive, the low mist curling around the trees, like it’s trying to hide the secrets that lie beneath the surface. My car comes to a stop at the edge of the lake, its waters black as oil, reflecting nothing. The moon is hidden behind the thick clouds, leaving everything in a dull, oppressive darkness.

Dawn growled softly, her golden form rising, the firelight reflecting in her eyes, the clearing’s air clear, Tess’s loyalty a flame, the battle won, the legacy a shared fire, the pack’s bonds a light in the twilight, the promise of peace a fragile hope. Cora’s voice was soft, resonant, her gray eyes piercing, the jasmine in her braids catching the firelight, her amulet dim, the fire’s warmth a balm, her wisdom a steady glow, the pack’s victory a light in her heart, the clearing’s air alive, the sun’s glow a golden balm, the packhouse a steady presence, the spring’s gurgle a soft hymn, her guidance a steady flame, the legacy a shared triumph, the moonflowers glowing, the battle won, the promi

he replied. All this time we thought we had been ignored was just another instance of pack neglect by Roland and his pitiful son. “Thank you for clearing that up, your highness. We didn’t know. The whole pack has been under the assumption for years that we have just been ignored. That was what Roland had led us to believe. We weren’t aware that a pack had to be registered. I always assumed that it was a given when a pack was started. Mystic Shadows has been around for nearly one hundred and fifty years, how did it get by without help from the kingdom? Are we considered rogues?” I asked.

I couldn’t be wrong. “Wait. I think there’s something wrong here,” I said to him when I put down my hands. It didn’t really make sense to me. If he’s telling the truth, it meant two lightings struck at the same time in different places, making my soul shift. I had to say something in order to know more. “Are you playing tricks on me? I am sure of what I remember. Maybe you mistook me for someone else.” “How can I mistake the silly face of yours?”

My workplace knew all about the skeletons in my closet and kept a tight lid on any info about me. To keep my parents from tracking me down, they had spun a yarn about me skipping the country after getting my master's. My parents finally stopped chasing ghosts. They needed cash and had debts to clear, so they hit the pavement looking for any work. However, the past scandal had left a lasting impact, and their rap sheets did not do them any favors. No one would touch them with a ten-foot pole. Before long, on the streets of the town I once called home, an old couple scraped by, living off what they could salvage from the trash.

he said, his tone and expression indifferent. “I know what I saw," I said, rage burning through me. “Are you trying to twist the truth?” “Is this how you will treat your family?” I said, placing my hands over my belly and fighting back the tears that were threatening to come out, "No, I was not going to cry in front of them." Cole moved closer to me. “I see you are tired, Leah." I moved back to increase the gap between us. “What!” “Yes, Leah, you are probably tired and seeing things; that is the reason you are misinterpreting the situation.”

Ty’s POV The night air seemed ever so cool and, in some way, carried the promise of a beautiful tomorrow, at least to a regular human, werewolves of the shadow rock pack however embraced a different reality, they undeniably understood that for the foreseeable future the only easy day would be yesterday. While this outlook on life might seem cynical in nature, it was the truth.