Novelas y relatos de Rashek Mistborn

A fine line split across the stone, dust sifting down. “Please tell me this place isn’t about to come down,” Riven muttered. “It’s not collapse,” Seris said, her voice thin. “It’s… leaking.” From the crack, a slow, black mist began to drift down. Not smoke — heavier, thicker, curling like liquid shadows. It slid along the floor toward the gate. “Back,” Cael ordered. The mist reached the molten frame — and sank into it. The light in the gate flared brighter, and then… widened.

“It’s a fire cult. Disguised as peace.” He drew a glowing brand from his cloak. “And you’re going to help me burn it down.” --- Just as he reached for her— A howl cracked the sky. Low. Lethal. Then another. Cassian looked up just in time to see a shape burst through the treeline—cloaked in ash-colored armor and golden eyes. Racheal. She slammed into the pit with a crash, blade drawn. Cassian barely rolled aside. “So the lost heir does bleed,” he murmured.

However, the treacherous reality quickly unfolded before Sasha's eyes as soon as the water touched her lips. “You bastard!” she shrieked with all her might that it shook the entire dungeon. Cruelty indeed dwelled within Razel's heart, for the liquid within the glass was not water but rather the sweat that had cooled upon their brows during the day's rigorous training with other Betas and Deltas and Gammas. But Razel remained grinning maliciously, so she callously threw the contents of the glass onto his amused face. Anguish and fury welled up within him and Razel’s amusement faded in an instant. Sasha blinked and realized it was too late. She already humiliated the Beta—a Beta of the powerfu

It wanted to fall into place. I forced my breath steady, the way my mother taught me, the way you steady your hands before stitching a wound. Then I spoke the only words that had ever worked. “ASH.” Black cinders rose off the floor, spiraling around the circle. The runes flared, resisting, but the ash didn’t care. It tightened, thickened, becoming a wall—around Dax’s ankles, around the etched lines, smothering the glow. For one heartbeat, the pull on him eased.

The Ritual of the Scrub Before they could even stand, a fine, cool mist began to descend from the ceiling of the bay. It didn't feel like water; it felt like a swarm of microscopic insects crawling over their skin. Ressi watched in a mixture of awe and horror as the mist touched his dirt-stained clothes. The red mud of the canyon, the green sap of the trees he had birthed, and the grey ash of the perimeter didn't just wash away—they dissolved.

Then I start down the slope. Not because I trust them. Not because I think they’ll welcome me. But because the road east continues beyond this valley. And because the shadows are already moving ahead of me, clearing a path through the dusk. Raven Winterstar—scion, survivor, Necromantress—steps into the firelight. And the world holds its breath.

Dark. Intricate. Not ink. Not entirely. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong on human skin. My breath catches. Because I’ve seen it before. Not like this. Not fully. But pieces of it. Fragments. Etched into old books. Spoken in warnings. Taught to pups who were expected to lead one day. My hand stills. My gaze locks onto it. “What… is that?” Nyxara moves instantly. Too fast. She grabs my wrist and shoves my hand away from her, stepping back in the same motion, putting distance between us again.

'' Yes in order to reveive her i will ''' Arthur replied . '' I undersand your will power okay let me tell you something then , no one knows where is alexandrite whether is he alive or dead cause he went to the vally of Death and never reurned from there still you want to find alchemy ?'' asked Richard . '' Yes i have promised her '' Arthur said a smile on his face . '' I will help you young man welcome to wasteland '' he said excitedly .

“My name is Ryder Williams, future alpha of the Blue Crescent pack.” My jaw dropped. A future alpha? I’ve been arguing with a future alpha? Oh God, this was bad. Man, I should’ve never wondered if this day could get worse. I tempted Fate, and she answered. Perhaps I deserve to be called Missy Mistake after all. “Oh,” was my brilliant response after a moment of mental scrambling. I tried to remember everything Harry told me about alphas. My gaze lowered and I pulled my shoulders in close to me to seem smaller and less threatening. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…”

It looked so spectacular and mysterious. Kendra felt so painful as if thousands of bugs were biting her skin. At this moment, she was soaking in a big wooden cask, naked. She was sweaty and frowning, seeming so uncomfortable. After a few minutes, Kendra finally opened her eyes and woke up. She saw a strange room, which was decorated with European style. The crystal lamp was so bright that Kendra had to cover her eyes with her hands to avoid the strong glaring light. Where was she? Kendra looked at her body and screamed immediately. Why was she naked? She stood up horribly but to see a pair of deep eyes.