The Mist Book Novels & Stories

"Then it'll be just like old times." Misty opened the book and smiled as Eva shuffled around to get comfortable on her lap. Misty then read out the title of the book. Vampires and Their Beloveds "Is this a story or an information book?" Eva questioned her mother. "Looks like it's an information book," Misty spoke out as she turned the page. Before Misty could start reading again, Eva could hear the alarm clock ringing once again in her shared room with Alana. Eve quickly rose to her feet and sighed.

There, I barely saw the army, trained by the old hag! I look away and flow so fast to restraint myself to stop and landed in the mountain. I said, reminded myself, “That's why makes sure to be strong and must powerful to comeback home, Encrinch!” Just before the sun's rise, we reach the gloomy forest. Misty seems to be filled with reminisce and couldn't stop saying, “I wonder if my fate is right in that place. I'm so excited!” I let her be, and cautiously look the gloomy forest. I ask as I felt like eyes is everywhere, “Is this place really this eerie?”

Misty said and even put food on her plate. Right after eating lunch with Misty, she also left to work as Gavin's secretary. She was on the balcony of their room, wondering a lot. “Who are the enemies that he was talking about?” She mumbled after remembering how Gavin tried to hide her and told her that his enemies are on the island. Who are they? She wants to contact her cousins immediately, but then, something is stopping her. She is aware that she must do everything carefully. “That fvcking crash is not an accident,” she uttered firmly.

I cry in pain as it claws its way up my legs. My vision begins to dim, and my head feels hazy. Lethargy makes my limbs. Sluggish, I try to shake off the feeling and strain to release myself from the mist’s hold. But I can feel the little bit of energy I have left wane. Giving it one last try, I manage to break from its hold and fall forward on my hands and knees before I rise clumsily. The heavy mist threateningly follows my clumsy footsteps. As quickly as I can, I turn back to where I think the apartment is and stagger home. I feel like I’m drunk as I stumble away from the mist. My feet feel heavy and weigh me down as if I’m wading through quicksand. I look back again in exhaustion, but the

It’s a solid thing, unbreakable and ironclad. I closed my eyes, focusing on the powers I was gifted at birth by our goddess. Mist wasn’t something I used often but tonight it was going to save our asses. I imagined a fog to engulf the clearing, so thick you wouldn’t be able to see anything in front of you. I needed it to be pure white and solid, rendering the guards nearly blind. The sharp inhale beside me had me opening my eyes to a wall of mist surrounding us on all sides like we were covered in a blanket.

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

Wait, since when does a ghost wear a floral pattern dress? Clearing his throat slowly, Michael began to open his mouth to ask the mysterious figure. "Who are you?" Silence! 'Is my voice too small? I'll try asking louder' Michael thought while clearing his throat again. "Excuse me, are you deaf? I'm asking you! Who are you and why are you in my room?!" Michael asked, this time his voice is louder than before. And again, no answer! Feeling irritated, Michael got off his bed and approached the mysterious figure. Once behind her, he immediately turned the woman's body to face him, intending to scold her.

“I go to sleep until you come back.” The two of them walked out the door. Misty flapped his wings briefly. She took hold of him and they were up in the air. They were flying. Everything seemed to feel and look different. There were cars going in the skylines along with vehicles on the ground. The noise of traffic blared in their ears. She held on tighter to the back of his scruff. Her hair swayed against the breeze. It could have looked windswept, but her strands were coiled tightly into dreadlocks. They made it to the front of the library. Akaisha put Misty down so they both could catch their breath. Misty was much heavier than he looked. She noticed Sergeant Acheki sitting in his car, wait

"The mist! It’s coming from the south!" I stood up, the emerald glow fading instantly. I looked toward the southern ridge. A thick, rolling fog was pouring over the trees. It wasn't the white, natural mist of the mountains. It was a bruised, sickly purple, heavy and clinging. As it moved, the forest went silent. No birds chirped. No insects hummed. Even the wind seemed to die as the purple shroud advanced. "The Siren's Mist," I whispered, remembering the Shadow-Walker’s words in the tent.

A low, ominous hum filled the room—a disturbance like the land itself was shifting beneath our feet. A sharp knock echoed again, followed by Elena’s voice from the hall. "Seraphina! Something’s happening outside!" We rushed out, my heart hammering in my chest. The moment we stepped into the open air, I saw it—a shimmering wall of mist creeping along the forest's edge, glowing under the silver moonlight. The mist rippled as it moved, twisting into eerie shapes, like shadows given form. And at the center of the disturbance stood a lone figure, cloaked in darkness.