The Mist Kindle Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

It came in as ghost-grey, noiseless and bloodless, It passed over the forest and the stream silently and effortlessly, It crawled over the trees like a weightless blanket, enwrapping us all, It was mirage-like as it moved around us, blinding us completely. The element of MIST. The white foggy smoke achieved its purpose powerfully, effortlessly and effectively. As I saw the men blinded by it, fell in confusion and chaos. They kept going around each other in circles, startling each other. Lowering their guns down, afraid to shout at each other by mistake, was my signal to come out of the water.

I followed it, as it intent on kicking it again and taking my rage out on this tiny rock, which made me feel foolish but for some reason better, when I realized I wasn’t alone in the small clearing. To my surprise, Mistra was seated on a small iron bench in front of a large lavender bush, hands crossed on her lap. Her eyes were closed, and for as cool as the evening was, was dressed in a light dress and jacket, her dark raven hair disappearing into the night behind her.

“We need to get Misty; we need to find a demon that wants to do us a favor.” “I doubt we’re going to find any demons that would help us,” James said shaking his head. “But maybe we can get Misty to make one of us a demon at least for a little while so we can blend and he won’t know we’re there.” “I wouldn’t be too sure about that!” Misty said walking into the apartment. “Trust me I was up all night trying to find a demon or spell for you three to go and get Anabel back.” She said throwing her book down on the couch. “I found something that might get you close enough to Marcus just to see if he has Anabel.”

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

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.

~ DANIELLE ~ Darkness. Silence. There was a distant, rhythmic heart monitor in the background. Beep-beep-beep. Muffled voices, unclear words, like people were speaking underwater. Fluorescent lights threatened to blind my eyes as I forced them open. The acrid scent of medicine whipped through my nostrils as I caught a glimpse of the soft, muted blue of a nurse’s uniform. “Doctor, I think she’s awake.” The voice sounded faint but near at the same time. I swallowed forcefully, feeling an aching pain at the back of my throat.

The mother knelt before the mist, her body shivering as she held her baby tight with her. The mist began to incite incantations as the room began to shake again. The mother struggled to pull away, but the hold of the mist was stronger. Like a pang, the baby in her hands began to cry to her mother’s surprise, as she hadn’t heard the sound of her baby since the moment she was born. Slowly, the purple mist took its final form, the INYOKA.

All she said was we would find our mate when the time was right. When we first saw her at Golden Moon, it felt like everything had come together. Nothing was strange or awkward with the three of us. We may not be the average mates, but Misty isn't the average luna. She's the daughter of a goddess. When we had sex with her the first time, it was incredible. She's perfect. When we reach our bedroom, Misty sits on the side of the bed. She looks like she's in shock. Ivan sits beside her, and I kneel in front of her.