The Mist Book Novels & Stories

“Pick wrong, and maybe you’ll walk in circles for eternity. Or fall into a memory. Or wake up someone else.” Cayla’s lungs burned as her innards rattled and blood boiled from within. The poison was patient, almost gentle. It didn’t kill—it wore her down. Making it harder to concentrate. *** **Somewhere in the Mist — Raven** Raven’s eyes burned as she stumbled forward. The air was thick, pressing against her like invisible hands. Every ragged breath tasted of rust and rot. She tried to draw her sword, but it wasn’t there. “Hello?” She rasped.

A bright full moon emerged on a silent night. There was no star in the sky, but the luminous glow of the mystic moon gave it an enchanting beauty. In the depths of a thick forest in a suburb, the air was so quiet that it even felt weird. The wind blew heavily, and someone was screaming horribly. An ugly and ferocious man pressed Kendra Miller on the ground and tried to tear her clothes apart rudely. He scratched Kendra’s body urgently and laughed dissolutely.

But Mists of Time has now offically come to a close, and will hopefully be marked as complete during the course of the next week of so. I want to thank each and every one of my readers who have managed to get this far. Your comments and likes are what drives me to keep on writting. If you are not ready for Rosalie and Alexander's story to be over, do not fear! My plan is to pick up straight away with book 2! I have begun working on The Return of the Luna Queen and will share some more information in the new year about when you can expect new chapters. I will leave the synopsis below!

I licked the sides of my lips as I gazed at the man—a dead man lying in front of me with his eyes wide open. It's as if I was brought back to reality and realized what I had just done. My eyes widened, I turned to my companions, only to see my enemies dead; they were all beheaded, and their blood was flooding the way. I gasped. The surroundings gradually darkened because the moon has changed color, but any darkness is irrelevant to my eyes that can see right through it.

"Hide, Mayu," she whispered after losing Glenda's gaze. "Huh? Where?" I asked with confusion. "Maybe in my panties," she said sarcastically, so I slapped her in the arm. "Crazy." I rolled my eyes at her before looking around, but there was nothing to hide other than the slender tree. I have no choice, and it was just a few steps. Even though I knew I was showing a little, I tried to make myself fit into that tree.

Halfway through the forest path, I stopped. Stillness. No birds. No distant wolf calls. Even the wind felt careful. Then I sensed it. Not scent. Not sound. Movement. Behind me. I turned quickly. Nothing. But my instincts didn’t relax. They tightened. Something was here. And it wasn’t one of ours. I increased my pace. The house came into view like a lifeline carved from stone and protection spells. I didn’t slow down until I was inside. The moment the door shut, I sealed every entrance.

A cold dread seeped through my skin, telling me this was it, the point of no return. Everything before this felt like child’s play. Tears blurred my vision as I scribbled on the document in front of me, the scent of fresh ink mingling with the lingering smell of Elijah’s cologne. A tear fell on my signature after escaping my right eye. My world was crashing down, and there wasn’t anything I could do. “Here,” I could barely keep my voice above a whisper by the time I was done. “It’s done.” Elijah plastered a smile across his face, and I kept staring at his perfect dimple that never failed to lure me in and capture my attention.

On Misty Mountain. Misty Mountain always appeared hazy and misty on most days, hence it lived up to its name. The mountain was shrouded in fog and mist, like a fantasy fairy realm on earth. Therefore, some people would refer to Misty Mountain as a 'fairy mountain'. It rained a lot there too. Serene Silas remembered that it had been nearly a month since she arrived there, and it had been raining for more than half the time she was there.

Enough to but not to disperse it completely. HELP! That was all Journee could manage. A whisper into the very depths of her soul, hoping someone, anyone would hear her. Mist swept through the library. Like a thick fog in the Himalayan Mountain trails, it cloaked the little human snugly. A comfort baby blanket was the first thing that came to her mind. “Hush my little one. As long as I am with you, no power in the heavens, earth or hell can touch you.” The voice come from the mist itself.

“Whatever in your mind right now, you are free to ponder in a deep sense. Let me handle the danger this time!” With that, Misty leap through the trees and show the never-seen might. She jump from one trees to another, and incircling the place in a much faster than the usual she does things. Her expression is one of excitement, and she thought loudly, “This is what being alive really is! Come on, and received my trickes, you nasty woman!” her glare rest into the woman, that this very moment shuddered and revealed the shocking expression and dread in her nasty face.