The Mist Parents Guide Novels & Stories

Whereas in reality, those are just rocks with indefinite shapes. Countless hunters were confounded in this forest because of the mist. My father made it for the protection of the white wolves—where the bloodline of my mother originated. Today is the day. In front of twin gigantic statues, Lanasia performs an enchantment that pushes the mist on our path. In between the stones is our passage, the only entrance to the pack's territory.

Samuel cast one last deep look at me before silently turning away. If love began with a mistake, then no matter how many times we tried to rewrite the story, it would only keep circling back down the wrong path. Instead of forcing it to work, it was better to go back and start over.

“It’s late at night; the room you will sleep in, Dark, is ready.” Dark 8 Natasha looked at each other after hearing what the mother said. Tristan laughed as he watched Dark. It didn’t seem like he expected that he would separate Nastasha in a room any further. He got up, approached him, and whispered. “You can crawl her out when everyone is asleep.” Dark glared angrily at Tristan. If only Natasha’s parents weren’t in front of them, he would have hit him.

Kael came back with the firewood at 6:14pm and stacked it against the east wall with the specific neatness of someone who took the task seriously regardless of whether the task was necessary and my mother thanked him and served dinner without looking at either of us and I did not look at Kael for approximately three minutes. When I did he was looking at me. He said nothing. I said nothing. My mother talked about the healer network and the three wolves and what she needed from the Dravon protocol framework going forward and Kael answered her questions with the full attention he gave everything and dinner was eaten and the firewood sat in its neat stack and the kitchen held all of it the way i

my mom repeated, her tone final. I opened my mouth to argue, but one look at my dad’s expression and I knew better. Arguing would just get me grounded until I was forty. So I grabbed Mila’s arm as I passed and whispered, “Don’t tell anyone my alpha parents are those who came. Just…cover it up, okay? Please.” She gave me this quick nod, her eyes darting nervously between my parents and Ryder, like she wanted to vanish into thin air. Same, girl. Same.

“Meaning?” Mayra looked around, then leaned closer. “The mist is not just for show. It listens and remembers faces. One wrong word, one stray thought and it tells the Queen.” She straightened again. “I’ve seen the clouds drag a thief off the street without a single guard touching him, you can hardly do what you want without scrutiny. This is no place for the young.” Valia’s stomach sank. “Good to know,” she said, keeping her voice steady.

Shrugging, I gazed back at the television to see the reporter was now deep in the forest. Again, my ears picked up another sound, and this time it was closer to the door. Currently, I was the only one in the cabin, and this cabin was one of the places my parents went on vacation whenever they desired to unwind. During the holiday, rather than leaving to go with them to London as they had, I had decided to come to the cabin, which was further inside the wild of Mystic Height. The cabin was a safe haven, protected from another supernatural beings, especially another witch who might be an enemy.

his mother said, using the Greek endearment she'd called him since childhood. There was panic evident in her voice. "Mom..." he answered quietly. A knot tightened in his chest. He was already dreading the question he knew was coming. His mother adored Elysia. She had always treated her like the daughter she'd never had. But the real problem wasn't his mother. It was his father. And Elysia's mother. How was he supposed to explain this? A woman who had been under his roof, under his protection, a woman he'd seen barely three hours ago, was now missing after a fire everyone else had escaped.

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