The Mist Book Novels & Stories

They’re relieved and happy they’ll finally have a Luna. I yearn to have her beside me. If I could just hold her in my arms like I did when I found her by the river, it would make me the happiest man and wolf in all of Mysteria. We head to Mystic Pride, passing through Moonstone River, east of the forest. We smell the stench of death before we see the bodies. Alpha Ezra's head has been placed on a spike, and a crow pecks the flesh. I shoo the crow away, pull the spike out of the ground, and add it to the growing pile of heads and bodies my men and I have retrieved from the houses to burn. I light a torch, throw it onto the dead, and we walk away, bereft, and empty.

She lay in bed for a moment, listening to the quiet, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. As she finally threw off the covers and got out of bed, Ariel walked over to the window and pushed the curtains aside. A grey mist hung over the grounds shrouding everything in a damp fog. The mist seemed to cling to the trees and bushes, making them appear twisted and foreboding. Ariel felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed out at the mist- shrouded landscape.

There might be a reason why my decision was ruined. I finished the milk I had prepared, washed the cup, and then headed to Alexis’s room. I shook my head when I saw she had fallen asleep while reading again. Carefully, I removed the book from her chest and placed it on the bedside table. I kissed her on the forehead before adjusting her blanket. I quietly walked out, closed the door, and went back to my room to rest. *********** **Next Morning**

“It’ll take pieces of your soul–” “It won’t. Richard of the Arcane Umbra wasn’t a witch. He didn’t have any power to counteract the book's power, but I do. The book was made for someone like me, someone with the ability to read and cast spells without having to give anything back to it in return.” “Even so, how are you going to get it? It’s not here–” “Misty has it.” “She has the copy. The Book of Whispers was destroyed!”

Every weirdness that she encountered was recorded down, afraid that if she didn't, she would lose herself and completely become Claudine Sigfreid. Misty took a deep breath. Unparalleled seriousness showed on her face as she grabbed her quill pen and sat before the study table. It was made out of rare wood, something that she requested to be brought inside the room. "... I felt like I've been a huge idiot. Why did I waste so many precious pages describing how this world is a sham!" On the latest page of the small notebook, Misty furiously wrote five large words that briefly summarized her current situation, words that she doubted for so long and only whole-heartedly accepted today.

He cut his wrist and watched as his blood congealed, and the lid shifted. “Slitna seiðr,” Kiran whispered, and closed his eyes. He reached into the chest and felt the book move. He opened his eyes and looked at the book in his hand. “Thanks, Mom,” Kiran said. The book had opened on the purification spell that he had performed on himself years earlier and he skipped those pages. Adara opened the study’s door and looked at the book in his hand and sighed. “Really, Kiran?” she asked him.

Or just me because I’m an alpha female. I was so lost in my fantasies, I totally forgot I was supposed to be preparing for my mini shopping. “Mia? You ready? Let’s go!” Sissy said, peeping through my door. “I’ll be with you shortly sissy,” I said, checking out my final look in the mirror and applying my favourite fragrance while throwing in my keys and cards in my purse then headed out. “I think red is bold and beautiful,” sissy said, touching a red dress on the dresser admiringly.

Still, I could only imagine the chilling breeze, and was thankful there were some coats in that extensive closet I could use if I convinced a vampire to hang out with me outside. Hopefully soon! That aside, I walked down the hall, blinking slowly as I heard loud moans coming from a nearby room. I turned my head right as my wrist was grabbed and looked up to see Misty. She must have seen my startled expression because she chuckled and leaned into my face. It took all of my power not to wince back. She was gorgeous, but I knew her connection to that evil cult now. "Hello there darling," she purred. "Hear the sounds of pleasure? I would love for you to join us if you're up to it."

I watch the smile on his face as he then reaches over and places his hand on the bookshelf, once more closing the door or wall or bookshelf between us. Now I was expecting it to be dark and confining, but what I didn’t expect and felt immediately was what felt like the severing of the link with the pack, and even worse was the suppression of Misty. She just seemed to disappear. She was gone, and I was all alone.

The holy mist would witness, the gods would whisper, and the Mark would claim its chosen one. I pressed a hand to the altar and drew a long breath, brushing mist and dust from its surface. My palm felt the sting of holy stone. Somewhere deep within the mist-clung corridors, weapons rang out as warriors rose to train. Somewhere deep within the mist-clung corridors, noble daughters tightened their armor and offered their prayers. And I — mist-born, mist-fed, mist-forsaken — sank closer, brushing my palm across the sacred stone as if belonging could seep from it and find its way into my skin. Then came the voice.