The Mist Kindle Novels & Stories

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.

She hated feeling weak. I had noticed that quickly. So instead of pushing, I stayed patient. Whenever she slowed down, I slowed with her. Whenever she stopped to catch her breath, I pretended I wanted to admire the scenery. Little things. Small mercies to protect her pride. By the time the sun finally began disappearing behind the mountains, we returned to the waterfall. Darkness slowly settled over the territory while distant lights from the pack house flickered through the trees. Torches glowed softly along the pathways, casting warm gold against the night.

"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.

There might be a reason why my decision was ruined. I finished the milk I had prepared, washed the cup, and then headed to Alexis’s room. I shook my head when I saw she had fallen asleep while reading again. Carefully, I removed the book from her chest and placed it on the bedside table. I kissed her on the forehead before adjusting her blanket. I quietly walked out, closed the door, and went back to my room to rest. *********** **Next Morning**

“Whatever in your mind right now, you are free to ponder in a deep sense. Let me handle the danger this time!” With that, Misty leap through the trees and show the never-seen might. She jump from one trees to another, and incircling the place in a much faster than the usual she does things. Her expression is one of excitement, and she thought loudly, “This is what being alive really is! Come on, and received my trickes, you nasty woman!” her glare rest into the woman, that this very moment shuddered and revealed the shocking expression and dread in her nasty face.

This is a mistake. "S-sandro… I- I need to go. T-this is a mistake," Demie used all her forced to say those words. One more move from him would make all her plans to waste. And she doesn’t want to ruin his relationship. She has in mind that he has a girlfriend.

She just wanted to run and forget everything about the man she had been living with for three years. As she continued to run, a faint voice calling her was heard from afar. It was Michael's voice! Diana, who heard that, immediately quickened her steps without looking back. 'Now we're over. Goodbye, my love,' Diana thought frantically as her vision blurred. Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of her. But before she knew what it was, everything was already too late. BRAK!!! "NO!!!"

I think they are pushing each other so hard that my chest doesn't want to stop pounding. I bit my lip as I closed my eyes and checked myself. My forehead was still wrinkled after feeling the soft and smooth fabric. It feels like being soaked in fabric conditioner ten times! I slowly opened my one eye and gently removed the blanket. I was completely relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. "You're so blessed, Mayu! You're still whole! You're still whole—"

She had stuffed animals everywhere, but also a lot of pictures too. “Why go through all this trouble to talk to me, Missy Mistake? You werewolves don’t make any sense, I hope you know that.” I grinned. I guess she had a point there. “There is a method to our chaos, I promise.”

A violent tremor threw me onto my side as the stone beneath us split wide, jagged chasms opening like hungry mouths. From the depths of those fissures, a pale silver mist began to swirl. It wasn’t smoke, and it wasn’t steam; it looked like moonlight ground into a fine powder and set to dance. The mist rose in thick, silent plumes, smelling of ozone, cold rain, and a holiness that had been missing from this cursed land for far too long. It was beautiful, but it carried a weight that made the air feel thick and heavy.