Of Mist And Shadow Novels & Stories

"Goddess Gia is of the Light and the God Chaos of the Darkness. He had a son. God Nyx of the night. He is the father of the Shadows. He had ten children. Philotes, the shadow of Lust. Takes pride in causing affairs and encouraging people to act on desire. Hypnos, the shadow of sleep, works with his brother, Oneiroi, the shadow of dreams. They create nightmares you can't wake up from. Thanatos, the shadow of death, claims the souls of the departed. Makes death seem to be part of life, even if the causes are unnatural. Momus, the shadow of blame, and Oizys, the shadow of distress, are twins. They work with Eris, the shadow of strife, Apate, the shadow of deceit, and Nemesis, the shadow of reve

It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed… Why? I am trying my best to move but I can’t. Why? Help! Help! I want to get out from here… soon I lost my hope… Unexpectedly, I saw someone swimming towards me giving me her hand and she is a girl… girl? I can’t see her face, I want to see her… who is she? It is so dark here; I want to see her but unfortunately… “Sam”, I heard someone is calling me, it sounds similar… I realized that,

But she stayed upright through sheer stubbornness. Through pure rage, that filled her chest. She couldn't die here. She wouldn't. She had to move. Had to find shelter. Had to survive. In the rogue territories, staying in one place meant death. Rogues were territorial. Dangerous. They'd kill for her boots. For her clothes. For nothing at all except the pleasure of it. Lyra stumbled through the forest, not knowing where she was going. Not caring. Every step hurt deep into her bones.

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

I didn’t see things like when you would die, it was more the immediate future, like when I was in trouble, I saw those five or ten minutes ahead, mostly the disappointment in Adara’s eyes and for now it was always a future that directly impacted me. Like mist able to blind you instantly, I too was blinded, by life, by love, by hate and by my own arrogance.

It tore at the shadow’s limbs, pushing and binding in impossible angles, striking with a precision that defied logic. Sparks erupted with every collision, the oppressive haze shivering under the force. Vaethea and Aphrodite felt it like a tidal wave against their backs, pushing them forward step by trembling step, giving them space to advance toward the flickering pulse of light ahead. The shadow shrieked, a distorted sound that rippled through the void, frustration radiating like heat. Its violet glow flickered as it staggered under the combined assault, sensing a danger it could not name, a presence beyond comprehension interfering with its domination.

Everything. By the time Menar slipped back into the Dam-Nighade borders, dawn had barely begun to break. The mist was still thick across the ground, wrapping around her like a shroud as she crept through the narrow paths between the sleeping homes. The faint golden rays of morning light struggled to pierce through the fog, casting eerie shadows that seemed to follow her every step.

Misty, the weird brainy goddess of HCA and also a known beauty of her current school Edogawa High, had thought of this first instead of wondering if the shadow that appeared before her was a ghost or not. She worried more if there would be news of crime here reported tomorrow, if that shadow was that of a thief, or a kidnapper, or a rapist. If her conjecture was correct... oh no! Due to her odd sense of righteousness and cautiousness acting up, she seriously started to weigh out whether to check out what she saw or not.

I walked to the window again. I peered through the crack. The mist looked like moving people. I saw a shadow. Then I saw another. My breath became fast. I rubbed my eyes. When I looked again, the shadows were gone. It was just the mist moving in the wind. "I am going crazy," I whispered.

Miley was a selfish bastard that cared not carelessly about everything around her as long as they were not from Miley’s kingdom. Even if it means abandoning her best friend. She would do it. “Please don’t tell her. I can do better.” She raised her head and begged earnestly. “I’ll help. I’ll help her, so please.” Shadow looked down at her. Her red pupils sparkled under the sunlight. Red. Shadow’s pupils were the color of blood. It was so beautiful, so dangerous, so… vibrant with mischief. Slowly, her eyes created a crescent moon, meaning that she was smiling big.