The Mist Series Novels & Stories

He said summoning some magic and throwing it towards them, Anabel ducked, Carlos jumped out of the way and Misty used magic to protect herself from it. “Do you really want to piss off a witch?” Misty said getting to her feet. “I will kill you three if you do not get out of here.” She warned opening her book. “I give you five seconds before I decide to kill you.” She said turning to the spell she would use to kill them. “You’re a witch with her training wheels bring it on.” He growled taunting Misty to do something, he wanted to kill her. He knew Legion said he wanted Misty and Anabel alive, he didn’t care about the rest of them.

Misty giggled as she turned to look at Stormie and tapped the flat side of the blade against the stab wound in Stormie’s leg. “Go to hell!” Stormie shouted. “You first.” Misty’s voice was deadly calm. Without any warning, Misty moved the dagger and drove it into Stormie’s injured leg, around the same spot as the last stab wound. I tried to get up, but my legs weren’t strong enough yet, and two rogues came forward to hold me down. After Misty pulled the dagger out and turned to face me, I noticed her eyes had become completely black. It was almost as if a demon had possessed her. I didn’t think saving Misty or talking sense into her was possible at this point.

LOGAN: We have a magical book and all wordings except the spells in the book have inserted themselves in my brain, probably cos it trust me ANYA: Okay so this Misty, what does she do? LOGAN: This (pointed to the fog) Misty causes Mist. The mist isn't poisonous. She uses it as a disguise. She is a master of disguise and this fog is her battle ground. She can turn the fog into any shape she wants. She is dangerous with her fog...but without it, she's not much of a champion. ROSE: So, is there any way we can clear the fog? LOGAN: Not that I know of. But the surest way is to get rid of the her. Get rid of her...you get rid of the fog.

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

Maybe there's a first time for everything. By the time Misty finished her two, in-town deliveries, she'd given up on her hair, combing out the remains of today's flowers and gathering the curling mess of it into a knot. Her skirt hung wet and limp against her legs, and she couldn't wait to get home and into a hot bath with a cup of steaming tea to chase away the chill. Or maybe wine. It was five o'clock somewhere and she was almost done with work for the day. But first, she had to brave the rising squall and drive ten miles into the county to deliver this last anniversary bouquet to Jolene Lowrey.

I felt the dizziness increase as my sight doubled. "What now, Mayu? I told you, you do belong here, but you force yourself into it!" she exclaimed. I couldn't utter a word. I felt out of breath as my vision became blurry. My surroundings felt like they were spinning as my sight was enveloped by darkness. "Addison, get inside the office." It was Aldo's voice and yet, I couldn't see him. I think the surroundings spin more because I couldn't hold the table properly. "Wait, Aldo. I'm still talking to Mayu-My gosh! She's so pale— Damn! She collapsed!"

As they were walking towards the house, she noticed that the fog was covering the atmosphere. Is this my imagination or a coincidence that the fog came immediately after they stepped foot on the walkway? she asked herself. Zach opened the door and Aramina gasped in awe; the interior wasn’t the same mysterious look she got from the entrance... It has a modern interior; the walls were coated with white oil paint and the stairs were constructed as a floating stairs with a wooden handrail. The TV wall had a touch of wood as well and the ceiling had drops of artificial moon and stars hanging around.

But Mists of Time has now offically come to a close, and will hopefully be marked as complete during the course of the next week of so. I want to thank each and every one of my readers who have managed to get this far. Your comments and likes are what drives me to keep on writting. If you are not ready for Rosalie and Alexander's story to be over, do not fear! My plan is to pick up straight away with book 2! I have begun working on The Return of the Luna Queen and will share some more information in the new year about when you can expect new chapters. I will leave the synopsis below!

A series. There were seven of them and they told a story. The first showed a woman walking alone on a dark street near a river. You could not see the woman's face clearly but the body language was unmistakably someone who does not know danger is nearby. The second showed hands, just hands, reaching across the frame to steady the same woman. The third showed two people moving away from something the viewer could feel without seeing. The fourth was the brownstone exterior, lit from inside, safe. The fifth was a kitchen table with multiple people around it, the shapes identifiable to anyone who knew us.