The Mist Book Novels & Stories

A few seconds later, Mist came back, sitting next to Rain on her bed with a familiar-shaped item, wrapped in a white towel. Rain held her breath as she watched Mist carefully unwrap whatever it was she’d found in the cellar at the house in the woods. Once the towel was removed, Rain realized she was looking at a book, one made of paper, something she’d never seen before, though she knew they existed. It was certainly old, the pages crinkled from weather. Looking at the edge, it appeared as if some of the pages were missing large chunks. Mist scooted toward her but didn’t let go of the item. “Look,” she said, tilting the front cover of the book toward Rain.

As I neared the wall of mist which separated the citadel from the cliff, I could hear the mist whispering to itself unintelligible words. “Good evening, my friend. What do you think of my dress?” I asked it, running a finger along it as I walked through the door-like gap in it. The whispers got louder and I watched in some mystification as the mist reached out to me, wrapping itself around me and covering me from head to toe. Ice cold fingers caressed my skin and remained even as the mist abated. I rubbed my arms, trying to rid myself of the chill which had overcome my body, looking down to see that the mist had decided that it would come with me to the ball. Fine threads of mist had woven i

INTRODUCTION Ayla is just a simple girl, everyone loves her because of her nice attitude and gorgeous face. Her life is just simple not until she meet the man that will change her life, the man that she will love. She’s even willing to do everything for him, including being his beautiful mistake. PROLOGUE Beautiful scenery and cold air caresses my skin. The different kind of flowers and bird noises gives me comfort. This is the kind of silence I want. I am not the kind of girl who believes in love, for me love is a lust, hormones and being made my by our mind and think that it was love.

The Mistwood Vale stretched endlessly before them—mile after mile of shadowed fog, shifting like something alive. Every step felt heavier here, every breath a test. The mist clung to their skin like silk and smoke, whispering echoes that didn’t belong to either of them. Kael’s hand stayed near hers but didn’t touch. “The mist listens,” he said quietly, voice a low rumble against the silence. “It feeds on thought, on sound. Stay focused on your heartbeat. Nothing else.”

Bene nodded before following Doctor Elion out of the room. Declan reached for a book on the bedside table and flipped through it absentmindedly. A few seconds later, he closed it and stared at the title. —DESPERATION— The author's name was Maya A. Windleburl. Ridiculous. What kind of book was this? And what kind of silly author name was that? Everything was mildly irritating at the moment. Everything around him seemed to be mocking the recent life choices that had somehow led him to this moment.

"Eve... I need you to tell me exactly what happened out there. No omissions. Every detail." ​Eve shook her head, trying to find the words. "I told you, Jude. I was hunting. I caught the scent of a rogue and then something happened. It was like I was blinded. I lost control of my senses. I thought I was lunging at a threat to the pack. I didn't see Tina. I saw a monster. It wasn't until you knocked me away that the fog cleared and I realized what I'd done."

Its title was faded, barely legible but was written in a strange language, red as blood. "Okay…" She sucked up all her emotions, and untied the belt around the book, then she opened it. Its pages were black, with the same red ink that looked like blood. "I can't read any of this…" She muttered in frustration, as she turned over from page to page. "Come on!" She angrily hit her fists on the book, and suddenly a dark mist bursted out from the book, she quickly stood up and took a few steps back. But the dark mist quickly covered the room, with her in it.

The mist in Puncak was not like the mist in Paris. In the French capital, the fog felt like a romantic veil, a soft blur that turned the city into a painting. Here, amidst the charred ruins of the Zea estate, the mist felt like cold breath against the back of Serena’s neck—the exhalation of a mountain that had witnessed her family’s destruction.

I said. "The gap I did not address in the book," she said. "The gap Clara is building the seventh paper for," I said. "The reentry argument," she said. "Yes," I said. She looked at the painting. "I need to write a new chapter," she said. "The book is already at the publisher," I said. "Then a second edition," she said. She was already writing in her notebook. Oliver found us at the end of the evening. He looked at Nora writing.

Dr green nodded in acknowledgment. "Am sure he's gonna come back, the reason he searched so earnestly for you the other time, he gonna come searching for you again" "I don't wanna go back there " "Why?" She shakes her head. "I read a book once in my mentor study thought it was just a fictional book and nothing special about it, it felt weird, you know, the past cross passing the present. It like we are in the past-present. Then an opportunity came, I took it, and began working as an intern. He wanted to bring the past to life. With him being in control.”