The Mist Book Novels & Stories

Feigning a trip and a dramatic lurch forward as her heel got caught on an invisible barrier, the glass in her hand tipped forward, sending the crimson-hued liquid all over a certain girl’s white dress. Blair gasped and staggered back as the wine hit her, leaving her slack-jawed and staring at her ruined outfit. It was a look so pleasing Taliana would have it on loop in her mind for the rest of the week, bound to cheer her up in any situation.

they said. “Anything anyone needs before we go to the library for research?” Thea said. “I brought some books from my pack library,” Misty said. “Let me go grab them.” A few minutes later, the group was in the pack library. Misty showed Thea the books she had brought. “These are the books that mentioned goddess gifts,” Misty said. She put them next to the books Thea’s father had brought back. “You want to read with us?” Thea said.

MIST! It headed for him powerful and forceful as it's always been,he gnash his teeth thinking about Karen, she's the only one capable of sending a mist after him,the only one capable of coming back to get her revenge knowing how terrified he is off mist,he ran to his horse and mount it then galloped, all of a sudden he fell down from his horse with a force,he glance up and saw the mist towering in front of him then it backed away and move deeper into the woods,Adir sigh in relief but froze when he saw a figure in the mist,he blink the mist stop as the figure waited and turn back.

Somewhere behind the counter, the radio was playing carols too quietly to make out the words, just enough to fill the silence Victoria had left behind her. "Is she gone?" Chloe stage-whispered, peering out the fogged glass like Victoria might still be lurking in the snowbank. "She's gone." "Did we survive?" "Barely," Maya said, sinking onto the stool behind the register, legs finally giving out from under her. She pressed both palms against her eyes. "I need a minute. Possibly a year." "Take it." I crossed the shop toward her, snow still melting off my shoulders onto the wood floor, close enough now to see her hands were shaking, fine and fast. "For what it's worth, that wasn't about you."

I have spent most of my life alone and now I seem to have family everywhere. I catch a slight movement just along the tree line not far from the packhouse. I have the strangest feeling as I watch what seems to be a strange dark mist that almost looks like smoke. I just sit and stare, unable to take my eyes off the strange mist like stuff, I look around no one else seems to have noticed the strange mist, why has no one except me noticed it?

It feels like there's a name at the edge of my mind, but I can't grab onto it. I need to find out where I am and why I'm here. The ground is uneven, with rocks and twigs littering my path. I keep my eyes glued to the ground, not wanting to trip and fall. As I walk, I notice something strange. The mist seems to be getting thicker, almost as if it's clinging to my clothes. It's like it's alive, creeping up my legs and wrapping around my torso. I shiver, and the mist seems to pulse in response.

I just want to set them aside in a safe, private location until I figure out what I really have my hands on– “You want to speak with me?” I ask Mistra. “I mean, good morning, Mistra.” “Yes, I’m here to see you,” Mistra says. She looks more tired than yesterday, and she’s not wearing any shoes. She’s wearing a giant shapeless dress, and her shiny hair is matted and I’m pretty sure there’s a twig sticking out behind her ear. She sees me looking at her unkempt appearance so I gesture at the picture books behind me. “Can I recommend some light bedtime reading?”

We abandon the wagons in a border settlement and continue on foot, guided by local marsh-walkers who know the safe paths. Meristhal is everything the stories promised and worse. The entire region is shrouded in perpetual mist that obscures vision beyond a few dozen feet. The ground is more water than earth, and strange sounds echo through the fog—whispers that might be wind, or might be something else. Twisted trees grow from the murky water, their branches draped with moss that glows faintly in the darkness. It's beautiful and eerie and feels like walking through a dream that might turn into a nightmare at any moment. "Stay close," our guide warns. "The mist plays tricks. Makes you see thin

Madison, on the other hand, clung to my side, her big eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. As we walked hand in hand towards the school, Mason chartered animatedly about all the things he hoped to do and the friends he wanted to make. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself caught up in his excitement, offering words of encouragement and telling him how proud I was of him. Madison, however, remained quiet, her little hand gripping mine tightly. I could sense her nervousness and understood the overwhelming emotions she must have been experiencing. I knelt down to her level, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Ashley was cut off as she saw me blushing, she continued, "Ah, I knew it. It was Kristina." I denied with my stammering voice, "T-that's not true! I didn't say that- I uh... I have- some plans tomorrow." "You don't have to say it. Your blushing face is enough dork." Ashley teased me I clumsily made my way to my room still denying was she has in mind that I bumped into the books by the desk there. I picked them up and said, "That- I just- when did this books get here- ahahah, right?"