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Forseti didn't dismiss his uncle's words, but he would be foolish to ignore the opponent's strength. "Indeed. Even you would have difficulty maintaining such a spell. And from what I know, this fog has been here for thousands of years." Thor calmly delivered some shocking information. "You know of this place?" Forseti asked in amazement. "Yes" Thor replied. "You don't go out often but I have been here a couple of times. This mist appeared about three thousand years ago. Only it wasn't as large and thick. It grew stronger over the years, and more dangerous. The people of this planet call it 'Misty Island'. Because the mist is so strong that it seems as though whatever is hidden within is its

“ We all do. But right know you need to suppress it. You will scare the two behind us if they see that look on your face.” Annabelle sighed as she knew her friend had a point. As furious as she was, she didn’t need to risk scaring the only other humans who had learnt to trust her. She closed her eyes and slowly inhaled. When she opened them again, they were back to normal. Tisha smiled and squeezed her shoulder softly. They were now far from her home now and they entered a small clearing in the forest. Annabelle looked up and noticed the full moon was covered with clouds. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was 4:30 am. This definitely meant the sun would be out in a few hours.

Pain hit my chest so hard I collapsed, gasping, clutching at my heart as if I could physically tear out the source of the agony. The mate bond that had been dormant, that had been silent since Lanvin's supposed death, suddenly roared to life with intensity that was impossible to ignore or contain. It was fierce and undeniable burning through every nerve ending in my body. Mist curled around me, glowing like silver fire. The Mistborn power responding to the bond, responding to something I did not understand. The air grew cold and electric, charged with energy that made my hair stand on end. Through the mist, a figure appeared walking slowly more of like limping slightly, bloodied and scarred

The mist inside him fought, screeching, trying to tear free, but I pulled harder, dragging it out inch by inch. Black smoke spilled from his mouth, his eyes, his very skin. It twisted in the air, shrieking as it formed the shape of a face—eyes hollow, teeth jagged. The boy collapsed, unconscious, as the mist burst free entirely. It shot upward, slamming against the ceiling, then darted toward me. I raised both hands, pouring everything into a cage of light. The mist hit it, rattling the glowing bars, shrieking loud enough to shake the house. The walls groaned, a beam cracked overhead, dust raining down.

My thoughts were disoriented and a headache was forming in my head. I did turn my thoughts away from today’s events focusing on the color in the house simple yet stunning gray, white, and brown. The living room was big enough for a tennis court. The curtains were beige draping from the ceiling down. The crystal chandelier in the middle of the room. This was a double-story mansion that was clean to the tee that if my hair fell, I could see it with my invisible eye without squinting.

After a while, Kristina finally arrived... finally, I was waiting for her. She came in the room with her slightly messy hair and her fringe showing. She was wearing a jumper skirt with her pastel shirt and mismatched socks that she was trying to hide. She also had her glasses on as she searches the room for me. I was caught off guard when she smiled at me. She was searching the room and she smiled at me like that, she waves her hand frantically. I unconciously waved back at her but the moment I realized it, I took my hand down.

“What a dense immortal mist!” “The immortal realm is just like that!” However, the white mist was still increasing. Standing three feet from each other, ordinary people could not see the others’ faces. Even so, everyone felt comfortable and relaxed. One would be refreshed after taking a breath of such a white mist. The Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens flew up into the sky with a swish and saw that the mist had enveloped half of California, and its central point seemed to be located at the manor of the Rockefellers.

Chapter 2: Whispers in the Mist The mist clung to the mountain paths like a soft veil the next morning, softening the edges of the world into that dreamy, high-detail haze Lila had come to associate with their fragile truce. She walked along the neutral riverbank, her braided hair swaying gently beneath the hood of her cream sweater, the fabric still carrying faint traces of last night’s rain. On one side of her thoughts stood the cool blue sadness of duty—her pack’s expectations, the long history of blood between Shadowfang and her own Moonveil clan. On the other, a calm, glowing hope beckoned, like the wise older presence guiding her toward a future she could barely name. The rain had ease

He answered. "They will not find one." Ares did not look at me. He looked out. "They will make one if they have to." He said. "Let them try." My voice filled with anger. The mist pushed against the wall. It got thicker. The mist was not wild. The mist was not hungry. The mist was listening. When I stepped forward, The mist went with me. "Signal the riders.” Darric's head came up. "Now?" "Yes." I nodded.

"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.