The Mist Book Novels & Stories

"And you, Chris, I will never ever forgive you. You are just like your mother, love to lead stories and be cunning! I hate you, I hate Margaretha! Forever!" *** The eyes with curled eyelashes were still tightly closed when the sunlight landed right around them. It was only after a few seconds that the eyes blinked. Slowly a pair of hazel eyes opened, in a few moments they would close again trying to adjust their gaze. Her hand was raised, she covered the morning sun that landed right in the area of her face. Her smooth white body changed position and instantly every friction that occurred between her body and the sheets and blankets made her completely conscious.

Anna teased, settling onto the plush carpet in the sprawling library, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. They worked together in comfortable silence, the rhythmic sound of the rain outside creating a cozy atmosphere. Dylan was on a ladder, dusting the top shelves, while Anna organized the lower ones, carefully stacking books by genre. It was while she was moving a small stack of books about art history that she discovered it: a heavy, slightly faded, maroon velvet photo album, tucked away behind a row of volumes on Renaissance architecture. It was clearly old, pre-dating his minimalist, current aesthetic.

-- Grizelda -- The night was wasting away and yet sleep hadn't come. I pushed the chair in the room next to the window and sat on it, staring out and above into the sky, staring at the stars. I wondered if I stared at them long enough and tried to count them, then it would make me tired and have heavy eyes that would make me eventually willing to fall asleep.

"Kristin answer me!" Made...lyn.... You...kil..lled..mmme... The whisper grows higher and higher as we walk longer and longer. My muscles stained, I blink less. I try to concentrate but hard to focus my body going weaker I collapse the entire vision in front of me darkened. Madelyn..nn... Yoouuu...kill..lled...mme... The whispers were the last thing that I could hear before I go into the deep darkness of unconsciousness.

And then he was gone, the curtain settling behind him, and the ward was quiet again. I lay back against the pillow. The board book was still in my hands. I turned it over once, the worn corners, the soft spine, a lighthouse on the cover belonging to a man who had built an empire and thought to bring a child’s book to a hospital because it seemed like the right thing. I pressed it gently to my stomach. “You’re going to like him,” I said quietly. Outside the ward window the city lights were coming on one by one, the way they always did, without asking, without ceremony, just arriving because the dark had come and that was what lights did.

I never saw that specie as people I could trust, except for my brother of course. I was never the type to let down my guard by falling for a guy. Not again! Not after what happened twelve years ago. Not after I have seen their true color. I would never forget it! I could still remember everything that happened that day vividly to the extent that I could write a book about it if I was told to.

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.

My thoughts were disoriented and a headache was forming in my head. I did turn my thoughts away from today’s events focusing on the color in the house simple yet stunning gray, white, and brown. The living room was big enough for a tennis court. The curtains were beige draping from the ceiling down. The crystal chandelier in the middle of the room. This was a double-story mansion that was clean to the tee that if my hair fell, I could see it with my invisible eye without squinting.

’ I snap at them and fall back in my seat. I watch as werewolves and vampires are killed as they try to protect the children, giving them a chance to flee. The witches cast as many spells as they can, managing to kill one of the Deathworms and a few of the Minotaur. The once beautiful and lush world of Mysteria is now devastating to look upon, with fires and dead everywhere.

However, the door was completely plain, not the same as the taxi she usually took. "What kind of car is this?" She cursed indignantly after not finding any levers, knobs, or buttons there. Brian just stared at Elise in amazement. She hasn't stopped babbling ever since. Elise really was talented, he thought. “Hey, Miss Elisabeth! Do you know about the future world? Today, that world has come into being. The sign is how sophisticated the car you were riding at that time. Also …." Brian paused his sentence, then he looked at Elise carefully.