Rashek Mistborn Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had already suffered so much. And even after death… he still couldn't be spared this humiliation. It was my fault. All of it. A hand landed gently on my shoulder. Cassia knelt beside me and pulled me into her arms. There was a faint, clean scent about her. It steadied me, just enough to keep me from falling apart completely. I cried against her shoulder, letting everything out–grief, anger, despair. After a long time, my sobs finally quieted. I looked up at her with red eyes. "Cassia… thank you. If it weren't for you…"

Thick red clouds of dust filled the air as nearly 500 bikes rode out of the gates to the Orc Fortress. Half were heading west and the other half heading north. Gin lead the north company while Fredrick lead the west. Boman was serving as Fredrick's deputy and Niko was gin's. Their first victim would be a tribe of Red foxes. These were a unique energy beast that had tails made of fire, they would use their flame tails as weapons to cast spells. Xasha wanted babies from this tribe so he could raise and study them himself. He wanted to get inspiration from how they used their tails to make better mana weapons.

"Never thought I would have to come here." The mud sucked at Cassandra's shoes, releasing them with a reluctant squelch. She looked over her shoulder and saw lights moving in the distance. It was hard to tell, for a mist was rising about them, blowing in from the east, and the lights looked like torches. "Don't look back," Owlyn said to her in a low voice. With a shudder, Cassandra set her face forward again and walked faster. They were exhausted now, legs trembling, breath wheezing, the blood pounding in their ears. Ruslan and Cassandra took turns falling again and again as the misty air got thicker, casting a white veil all around them. Dimly, even Vasilisa felt that something was there, b

‘You must wake soon. ‘I need a little more time.’ Asrar sighed out gently. She laughed gently before all became quiet. Asrar was confused, his angel couldn’t be here but everything felt so familiar. He had to look, he had to see her. Opening his steel grey eyes they found a familiar purple one staring back at him. Those where not his Angel’s eyes but eyes of a long lost love. His mom smiled with a small giggle. Asrar shot up to his feet and looked down to his mom whom was there. He was so confused as he looked around seeing grassy green fields, flowers popping out here and there. A forest and mountain sides in the distance.

When he opened them again he was back in the grand hall of Reinhold in the shadows, he watched contently as the last members of Divine Victory drew their weapons against Terribor Strife who waited patiently on his throne. His men slowly approached out of the shadows, donned in black and blood red outfits with a mask of a rabid dog. “My orders are to stay in the shadows and not to engage”. Shreftwood stepped forward “You will pay for your crimes Terribor Strife!” Terribor stood from his throne and clicked his fingers, more silhouettes began appearing round the edges of the room. “Will I Shreftwood Swiftrunner? Or will you?!” “I am Death”, Severance whispered again.

The warriors were scattered about and from the distance, I could hear Alex yelling out orders, Damon wasn't in sight. I snuck past the warriors knowing that if anyone caught sight of me, I'd be forced back into the house. The forest was blanketed in complete darkness and the only thing that helped ease my movement was the flash of red, glowing light from the torch the warriors surrounding the area held. I paused and grabbed my dress by the hem with my both hands and pulled it hard, ripping it. "There's something here!" Someone yelled and heavy footsteps resounded as the warriors scampered towards the voice.

He raised his hand and the weapon flew back into his grasp and he ran after them. Not having any other choice, the kids got in the stranger's car and he drove away fast enough to avoid being caught by the assassin. "Are you guys okay?" The stranger asked. "Yeah, thanks for helping us," Joe said, out of breath. "Who are you and who was that person that was chasing us?" Lydia asked from behind. "My name's Micah Jameson and that person that was chasing you was a Ginx," Michael said. "A what?" Kurt asked. "A Ginx. A magical warrior from Troleyadia, sent here to find the twin seeds of Eyah and by the looks of it, kill them," Micah said.

Flash responded, patting Xenos on the back in sympathy. "But that can't be true, can it? TMC is a community of harmony." Morgane said, frowning in worry as she chewed. She had full eyebrows that fitted her well. She had long straight dark hair that she had styled into two long braids. "We don't know what it means. It could have been one of the Mistanimals." Alix responded but frowned at the group of people who arrived at our table. "Rhaegal, is there something you need?" Alix asked the leader of the group calmly, yet somehow, I knew he was anything but calm. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his hands were folded into fists on the table.

Wait, since when does a ghost wear a floral pattern dress? Clearing his throat slowly, Michael began to open his mouth to ask the mysterious figure. "Who are you?" Silence! 'Is my voice too small? I'll try asking louder' Michael thought while clearing his throat again. "Excuse me, are you deaf? I'm asking you! Who are you and why are you in my room?!" Michael asked, this time his voice is louder than before. And again, no answer! Feeling irritated, Michael got off his bed and approached the mysterious figure. Once behind her, he immediately turned the woman's body to face him, intending to scold her.

“Let me help you, Rose.” “It wouldn't hurt, would it?” She asked with a shaky voice. “Have I ever hurt you?” I got no reply to that. “Okay…so how do you get in?” She asked instead. “Close your eyes and try to breathe evenly; you could do that, right?” “Y..yes, please Emmet hurried up. The only strength I've got is on my tongue, my body is closing up on me.” Just as she spoke, I turned into a thick cloud of ash. My eyes went into flames.