Out Of The Fog นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was a guess, A hope, We placed hands on Coby’s shoulders I pushed with my will, not as an Alpha with a bond, but as a man with a purpose The cadets did the same I felt their effort, a clumsy, warm pressure The red light flickered, fought, then shattered with a sound like ice breaking Coby stumbled forward, gasping “How did you do that?” “We did it” Finn corrected, clapping him on the back The cursed earth sapped us Steps became slower, heavier The fog found us then, rolling in thick and red It smelled of metal and sickly flowers “Bloodroot fog” I warned “It lies It shows you fears Trust your eyes, not your mind” The whispers started For me, it was her voice: Kai? Kai, where are you? It ca

The next second, the fog drifted quickly toward the elites as if it was sentient. The fog contained a potent poison. Being well-informed when it came to pills meant that he was good with poison as well. In the blink of an eye, the fog had enveloped all the elites. Upon inhaling it, the elites barely had time to respond before their vision clouded at the edges, and they all passed out. The Divine Farmer was a kind man who bore no murderous intent. The poison in the fog was strong, but it would not be fatal. F*ck!

I closed my eyes and went through the memory lane again. That day in that cottage, I got angry with him as he was taunting and avoiding me earlier and then he told me to go ahead without him accompanying me. But just when I opened the door ... I froze. As I stepped out of the house, my heart raced with a mixture of fear and anger. Shit!! It was pitch dark outside, with no sign of even any stars or moon. What was that?? Was it a New moon?? The dense darkness of the jungle enveloped me, amplifying the eerie atmosphere surrounding the decrepit structure. My breaths came in short, shallow gasps as I strained my ears to discern any sign of danger lurking in the shadows.

I called breathless as I stopped and he turned to face me. "Hey, what're you doing here?" "Why did you run from me?" "When?" "Are you trying to say you didn't see me?" "I didn't, I would never run from you hazel." "Bullshit." Naomi said. "You saw us, then you started running. Even let's assume you didn't see us, didn't you hear us either?" "Okay fine, I saw you." "Then why'd you run?" "It's because I was scared." "Scared, because I'm pregnant?"

he said without turning back. His figure slowly disappeared into the distance, leaving her behind. "Goodbye, Allen," Serene whispered to herself. And with that, the chapter of their story was finally closed.

The sunlight vanishes. Fog. It pours in from nowhere, heavy and unnatural, blanketing the path, the trees, even the sky. It’s as thick as wool and dark gray. I blink, trying to see Leo, but his features are already fading. “Leo?” My voice sounds distant–hollow. He doesn’t answer. The fog presses in from all sides, swallowing up the world. A prickle of dread blooms in my gut. Marek growls low behind me. “Something’s wrong. I can’t scent anything.”

Mira stood there. Everywhere was darkness and fog. She felt so cold until she could see her own breath. She stared at her trembling hands. Something was different this time. Suddenly, the fog dissipated into one direction as if it was a sign for her to move on. She followed the direction opened by the fog.

April stood in the middle of a road surrounded by trees. It was dark, but the moon was shining and shimmering bright. The area was covered in thick fog that she was unable to see clearly. April didn't even know how she got here. Where was she? How on earth did she get to this place? She was about to panic when she caught the glimpse of an old woman standing afar. The thick fog made it difficult for her to see through but she felt the old woman standing afar looked really familiar.

I swung the sword at the mist, the air cracking around me. Pale lightning burst from the blade, ripping a clean gash through the fog. The miasma shrieked. The world shuddered. And the fog—The endless, suffocating fog—split apart in a single, blinding flash. When the haze cleared, my breath hitched. There it was. The tree from Maureen’s final days. The same twisted roots. The same silver‑leafed branches. The same soft shimmer on its bark. I froze. I wasn’t sure if it was real, or another memory the miasma was forcing me to see.

I ask the village elder. He shakes his head, his face haggard. "It came in the night. A fog. Thick and grey. When it lifted, they were like this." "Where did the fog come from?" "From the mountains. From the place where the shadows are thickest." We ride toward the mountains. The fog is visible from miles away. It hangs over the peaks like a shroud, thick and grey and hungry. The air grows cold as we approach. The light dims. The world seems to lose its color.