Terrisman Mistborn Novels & Stories

What's more, there was also the support of the Misty Cloud Gloves for the power! At this moment, the terrifying might was like the surging of thunder and the raging tide! The giant saber and Eight Desolate God-Terminator Halberd collided violently in midair. Hong! The terrifying sound wave instantly shattered half of the ring. The Gibson family clansmen hurriedly covered their ears. Their faces were pale and their eyes were full of fear. Moris Gibson was at the peak of first stage of the Holy Land Realm. But at this moment, he was suppressed by Caspian!

I could see the white mist of my own breath. The Silverthorn Toxin had reached my lungs. I could hear the distant sounds of gunfire and explosions, one wave after another. The sound of Fenris's empire collapsing. The sound of his people dying. The price he was paying for his revenge. And I was part of that price. I lay on the bed, feeling the final surge of the Silverthorn Toxin. It was like a million ants crawling through my veins, gnawing at every nerve. A web of silver veins spread beneath my skin, a grotesque, final tattoo.

Kaen POV " You're still awake?" I asked as I approached Terrius who wearing glasses and looking through my notes with a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table. " Of course I am, why wouldn't I be? How did you get past the locks?" Terrius looks up at me in surprise before leaning over his seat trying to see what I had done to the door. " I used to be an assassin, no door can stop me unless it's a barricaded one. "

​Across the void, floating on a separate, shattered chunk of an obsidian tower that had drifted down from the sixty-ninth layer, was Jasmine. ​The widow had survived the liquidation, her white silk dress now entirely caked in the thick, black grease of the ruptured press. Her hands were bleeding, but they were still locked onto the portable transmitter, her expression one of manic, absolute triumph as the machine's progress bar clicked toward ninety-nine percent. And standing directly behind her, his arc-rifle reloaded with a fresh, pressurized cylinder of total-deletion fluid, was Lord Garrett. ​The grey-haired Arbiter had lost his obsidian helmet, revealing a scarred, ash-streaked face, bu

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

I will only be convinced if I witness his unwavering determination through his actions. I inhaled sharply as my phone erupted with a cacophony of noises. A sharp and sudden sound pierces through the silence, demanding attention. My heart racing, I sprinted towards my phone and frantically tapped on the screen to open the latest updates. At first, I believed it was nothing out of the ordinary, but as I delved deeper, a wave of emotion washed over me, causing tears to well up in my eyes. Article: Artemis Eretria Aravis has been proven beyond doubt to be completely faithful and honest to the future famous Alpha Blake Gaius Dutch of Blood Pearl Pack, with no trace of deception or cheating whatso

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

As he regained his senses, he found himself enveloped in a strange black mist. "Tristan, nice to meet you. Do you seek vengeance? Do you yearn for power?" The sinister laughter emanating from the black mist sent shivers down Tristan's spine. Fear filled his eyes. "Who are you? Who's speaking?" "There's no need to fear me. I'm not here to harm you, but rather grant you the power and life you desire." The voice behind the black mist echoed, accompanied by chilling laughter. The sight of the talking black mist before her made Amara's beautiful eyes tremble violently, and her face turned as pale as paper.

I was pinching into the inside of my wrist so hard, I felt blood trail down my hand but I couldn't feel the pain. “I was yet again pissed, I had helped her and she didn't trust me enough to tell me what had happened. She didn't trust me enough to tell me who she was going to afflict and why. It was why when I had been approached to make anthurium, I didn't hesitate. It was the perfect vengeance, and I knew in Margaret's dying hours she would know when she smells it that I was the one who had done this to her. The betrayal she would have felt at that moment was worth me losing a decade worth of my abilities, it was worth even more than that, and I would have given my life if it had been requi

I drank a shot of tequila. My thirteenth, if I had not lost count of the last three hours. I tapped my forehead and wiped away the sweat before commanding my senses to allow my claws to appear. I walked towards the lady in front of me, kneeling and clutching her fist to her chest, obviously in pain. I sighed as I watched her eyes form tears but she was holding it in, alright. She looked pitiful. “Natyaramona,” I called her name, pushing her back to her senses while hoping she wouldn't die.