The Fog Novels & Stories

There was a steady fog over the night city, covering everything around with its veil. The light of the neon advertisements was losing its brightness as it passed through the masses of evaporating water. People reluctantly went outside and moved as quickly as possible, afraid to get caught in the rain. At this late hour, cars were still passing by, cutting through the fog with their lanterns, leaving behind only trails from the wheels and copious drops that threatened to splash the gaping passerby. In such weather, it is easy to move in the form of fog, you will not be noticed in any case. On an ordinary night, you need to follow, adapt to the environment, so a

he murmurs, quietly. There are times when I feel that Jesse is hiding something from me, but I just can’t put my finger on it. “Wait,” I give him a startled look. “What do you mean by no fog? Wasn’t this place always foggy and cold and miserable?” Jesse chuckles, “I wouldn’t know about miserable, but no. The fog initially surrounded the islands to obscure them from the normal folk, the normies, if you will. It just slowly started creeping onto the islands, a couple of years back.”

As I dream, I find myself walking down a long, foggy road. The fog swirls around my feet, and I can barely see a few feet in front of me. The air is thick and heavy, like it's holding a secret. I hear footsteps in the distance, and my heart starts to race. I try to run, but my feet feel like they're stuck in the mud. And then, through the fog, I see a figure approaching. A familiar face, but one I can't quite place. My heart is pounding, and I can't look away. As they draw closer, I feel a sense of familiarity.

I glance to the fog who suddenly shiver, as if the bruise cause of the impact and the beaten of this red-hair of a man makes it impossible to feel the distant and far more ancient presence. “Hey?” The way the pair of red eyes within the fog laid to me gives me the feeling of like I'm some sort of a mystery that rather to forget than bleed through to uncover by a bizzare being like themselves. “What are you doing?” red-haired to the fog. “Are you shaken with that boy? Kill him now or we'll both fall to demise!” The fog howl to face the red-haired. He even seems shake

“So he was another person entirely?” “Exactly! The fog can be used to manipulate, hypnotize or even disguise. All it needs is for it to enter your eyes, even a tiny bit inside your eyes can make you hallucinate whatever the vampire wants you to see. It's even more dangerous than using our minds to compel. There's limits to what we can compel humans to do but the fog has no limit. We can create whatever we want.” Hadassah was in awe of the revelation. “So, does that mean nobody hit me that day, was it all a hallucination?”

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!

Fane scoffed as he shot Octavius—who was obviously in a state of irreversible rage and looking like he would blow up any moment—a glare. Fane said in exasperation, "Is your brain made out of mush? So many of you are working together, so I'd definitely be serious about it, but you can't threaten me at all. Do you not know what kind of place the fog battlefield is? It's fog everywhere, dampening your senses. Once you go in, it's like there's a blindfold over your eyes.

There was a thick fog in front of us and it was almost impossible to see anything a couple meters away from us. The fog was thick; rolling in like the waves of the ocean. I could vaguely spot shadows in front of me but I couldn’t see anyone’s face or shape clearly. “Stay close, Freya.” Sarah warned. “This could be a trick.” “I know.” I nodded my head as we took a step outside the house. But the fog was too thick. I was losing sight of Sarah just as soon, even though she was right beside me. “Sarah! Cameron!” I called out, but suddenly…it felt like I was all alone. A shiver of fear ran down my spine as everything around me seemed

A happy, warm atmosphere spread throughout the café. However, the next instant, a tearful shout came from the doorway. "Mommy, don't you want me anymore?"

Gone. The entire court is silent. Until the mist begins to rise. It starts beneath Eva’s feet. A shimmer, like moonlight on still water. Then it thickens. Climbs. It wraps around her and pushes Theo away —like tendrils of living fog. A divine fog. Unnatural. Sacred. “Eva!” Theo’s voice breaks free in a panic—but it’s too late. The mist is already swallowing her whole. He tries to pierce it , but it repels him like a wall.