The Mist Kindle Novels & Stories

I craned my head over my shoulder, casting one last curious glance at the silver fog curling between the trees like beckoning fingers. “Mama, why can’t I go into the woods when the mist is out?” I asked. “Mists are not what they appear to be, Sera,” she gently replied. “You might think it’s harmless. Maybe even fun to play in. But there’s an old tale about the fog. About the Mist Forest. Do you know it?” A flicker of excitement stirred in me. “No… what tale, Mama?” Her wolf paused. Slowly, she turned her head, her amber eyes locking with mine. “Sometimes, the mist opens a path into forbidden lands—places we are never meant to cross. And if we do… we see things no one should ever see. Truths

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.”

( a Bengali curry made of prawn and special spices). Misti, the main female protagonist of the story, is 17 years old High School student, she loves to Dance, loves painting, and wants to be a professor of Botany. She lives at Dumdum in Kolkata with her parents and younger sister. Pradip Roy is the father of Misti, a famous "Corporate and Civil" lawyer practicing at Calcutta High Court in Kolkata. Manju Roy is the mother of Misti she is a primary school teacher and homemaker, Sristi is five years younger than Misti, both sisters love each other a lot.

I stare right back and I don't look away. Something flickers across his face — small, fast, gone before I can name it. But it was there. The elder clears his throat. "Shall we begin?" Kael looks away first. And somewhere under all the fear and the anger and the shoes that are killing my feet — I almost smile. Chapter One: The Girl Nobody Sees Let me tell you something about being an Omega.

Quinn picked it up, holding it carefully in his arms. "Woo woo--" Misty whimpered again, shaking its little head gently, as if saying it didn't want to see the doctor, it wanted to leave with its mother. But its mother was no longer there, and there was no point in it staying. It wanted to go to another world to find its mother. Quinn wanted to say something more, but Misty whimpered twice, closed her eyes, dropped her head, and took her last breath in the palm of Quinn's hand.

“You always call me at night. Can’t you just let me work in peace? Will this ever end?” I humbly tried to explain, “It’s true. I’m not lying…” Suddenly, a sweet, flirtatious female voice came through the receiver. “Marky-boo, does this lingerie look good on me?” Hearing Angela Bright’s voice, I froze. Before I could question anything, Mark immediately hung up the phone. My heart sank, and the murderer’s footsteps grew closer. The instinct to survive overcame my fear. I clenched my fists tightly and then threw my phone at him with all my strength, forcing him to take a step back.

We’re close. “Get your spell ready,” Mist says. I nod, prepping the incantation. It’s simple—a few words, a gesture. But devastating if done right. At the tree line, I can see our people fighting like hell—but they’re vastly outnumbered. Mist splits us down the middle with a sweep of her arms, sending half left, half right. Once everyone’s in position, she gives me a nod. I push my hands out and whisper the final word. The ripple of the spell is visible—like a wave of shadowed energy sweeping across the battlefield. One by one, the demons and enemy gods flinch, their confidence crumbling. They go on the defensive. Some even turn to flee.

I never saw that specie as people I could trust, except for my brother of course. I was never the type to let down my guard by falling for a guy. Not again! Not after what happened twelve years ago. Not after I have seen their true color. I would never forget it! I could still remember everything that happened that day vividly to the extent that I could write a book about it if I was told to.

Feigning a trip and a dramatic lurch forward as her heel got caught on an invisible barrier, the glass in her hand tipped forward, sending the crimson-hued liquid all over a certain girl’s white dress. Blair gasped and staggered back as the wine hit her, leaving her slack-jawed and staring at her ruined outfit. It was a look so pleasing Taliana would have it on loop in her mind for the rest of the week, bound to cheer her up in any situation.

Milena~ I blink countless times, staring at the book. The Goddess has cursed me with another nightmare. Something strong enough to make me go crazy. It’s a nightmare; however, I can’t say for certain because the book is an inch away. I pluck it off the shelf, flipping pages, making sure it’s the exact book. My mind tangles as my head swirls. Closing the book, a sigh breaks through my throat. I’m not dreaming. I'm holding the book. Same book gifted to me years ago.