The Mist Kindle Novels & Stories

“Now, this… Kyra thing is starting to get to me. I shouldn’t be feeling the way I do. She’s not a threat. Cole would never–never do that to me–” “But you feel in your bones that there's something going on?” “There’s something off about her,” Misty says with conviction, finally meeting my eyes. “There’s something off in general,” I murmur, resigned. “What can I do?” “Nothing,” she huffs, swallowing hard. “I just need to get over it.” I notice the books stacked near the couch and the notebook splayed out on one of the cushions. “You’ve been writing again?” “Trying,” she says, wringing her hands. “I figured Cole would be out late tonight with the dinner and needing to catch up with some things

"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.

Or just me because I’m an alpha female. I was so lost in my fantasies, I totally forgot I was supposed to be preparing for my mini shopping. “Mia? You ready? Let’s go!” Sissy said, peeping through my door. “I’ll be with you shortly sissy,” I said, checking out my final look in the mirror and applying my favourite fragrance while throwing in my keys and cards in my purse then headed out. “I think red is bold and beautiful,” sissy said, touching a red dress on the dresser admiringly.

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

I couldn't move anymore; she excitedly stood up and hugged me. "I freaking missed you, my dearest cousin!" I closed my eyes as her scent lingered in my nostrils—sweet and delectable. Fuck! I immediately opened my eyes, which widened in response to what I had just thought. As I looked down at my cousin's neck. It was very exposed. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I can see right through it. I can see her veins. I can see her blood. I can see the placements. I felt dizzy again and held her back, knowing that it was the only way I could retain my sanity. I pushed myself to calm down by closing my eyes again and taking a very deep breath.

Maya said, "was the single worst four minutes of my life, and I once had a raccoon get into the shop during the Christmas rush." "How does that compare, exactly?" "The raccoon was more polite." Chloe's laugh cracked out from the back room before she even appeared, wiping flour off her hands, boots crunching over sugar someone had spilled and never swept. Outside, the snow had started again, fat, lazy flakes catching gold in the window display, drifting past the hand-carved reindeer Maya still hadn't managed to sell. 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.

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.

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howled the witch. A thick, cold black mist, filled with total mystical blindness, burst from the ground in the blink of an eye, completely erasing the light of day and blocking all vision across the clearing. I could not see my own hands, and the war cries turned into a confused and terrifying echo amid total darkness. “Lawrence!” I cried out in desperation, stretching my hands into the gloom.