The Fog Novels & Stories

He had to discover a way out of this labyrinth of fog before his adversaries caught up to him. As he squeezed on, the fog started to play traps on his intellect. He saw transitory impressions of movement within the corners of his vision, shadows that moved just out of reach, whispers that reverberated in his ears but blurred as before as long as he attempted to center on them. The fog was with life, bolstering off his fear and disarray, and it was winning.

Trying to control his mind that was plagued by a flustered uneasiness. “Worries lead people to fear. Fear will make humans create a terrible world.” A soft sentence sounded in Zhou Fu's head, those were the words that Zhou Fu himself had spoken when he was a child and was exposed to dangers while training with Grandpa Li Xian. Whenever he felt restless and worried, he immediately told himself that restlessness would only create a terrifying illusion. "So that's how this fog works?" Zhou Fu nodded slowly, he kept his eyes closed and walked slowly relying on his senses other than sight. The fog affects humans not by penetrating into the respiratory tract, but co

On the street, a dense fog had risen. The dilapidated and desolate streets were indistinct amidst the swirls of thick white, and the hidden ruins, like a still painting, lay concealed in the unknown. Charlotte Devlin extended her hand, and even through the thick fog, her five slender fingers remained clearly visible. Not just her fingers, even as she glanced at the rearview mirror, the faded red frame was sharp. Only, when looking through the rearview mirror, half of the red car body was shrouded by the thick fog, and the black rear tires were completely lost in the white mist.

I asked. “The best way is to trigger them to go off and wait. The fog won’t be able to last for more than five minutes. They aren’t plugged into any power source or piping. They’re more like aerosol cans with a finite amount. Once the fog clears, you’ll be able to get to the side doors,” Colleen said. “And what can we expect there?” I asked as I leaned over the table to get a better look.

When I looked down, thin silver threads glimmered across my skin my mark pulsing faintly, struggling against something unseen. Mira’s voice broke the quiet. “Don’t go near the window,” she said. Her face was pale, her hair tangled from running. “It came from the east. The guards say it swallowed the lower fields.” I crossed to the shutter anyway. “What came?” “The fog,” she whispered. “It’s red.” The word didn’t feel right. Fog was supposed to drift, not hunt. But when I pushed the shutter open, I saw it rolling across the valley in thick, living waves. It curled up the walls like fingers, testing every crack and crevice. When it touched the torches, the flame

Not all the way. Just an inch. A single slit in the dark. I leaned in. And looked. Fog. Thick, pale, and endless. There was nothing there. Just fog. It’s thick, pressed against the glass like breath. The yard is completely obscured, and the trees are just dark, blurry outlines behind the mist. Everything looks muffled, distant. Like the world has been wrapped in cotton. I widen the gap a little more and press my forehead to the glass. Still nothing.

Drive away all the fog that gets in their way. The fog flew up and away for a few moments, making their vision more straightforward. Deril was wide-eyed, and his mouth was gaping. A horror appeared on his face. What he thought turned out to be true. Seeing Deril’s expression, Queenie and Fergodo set their eyes on the same side. In front of them was plastered a high cliff, very high. Five higher than the cliff they had just climbed. They could not see the top of the cliff because it was too high and covered with fog.

I thought I might be sick if it kept going on like this, but I tried to keep my head clear. “Is that a car?” Armageddon asked. “You’re moving again on the map.” “Yes,” I said, looking out the window and watching the forest go past. I saw figures drifting through the trees. Fog seemed to chase us. “There’s fog following us.” Ghostly shapes and faces appeared in the fog. I swear I saw people as it caught up with us and started to surround the car. I couldn’t see through it to the trees.

But he’s my best friend! At his name, Helios pulls his hands back and turns around. I can longer see Helios, neither can I see Ares. The fog, it is blinding as it is suffocating. Instinct tells me this is no ordinary fog. As I inhale, I can feel my lungs tighten and my abdomen cramps in knots of pain, so much so that I can barely move.

“Alpha Higgins, good morning. Ty is just getting ready for the day. He should be down soon. Would you like to come in and have a coffee while you wait?” Rose’s heart was in her throat. She had to play Luna to a man she’d been raised to fear. He’d hurt her to get to her father. That’s what her father always said. She was supposed to stay away from her.