The Mist Series Novels & Stories

Are you really her? Now, I'm getting more confused. Did I mistake Abby for Kristina since they have the same name? I forced myself to remember everything but for years, I've failed. I want to ask Kristina but I know, even then, my doubts will only grow. I have to remember. Ever since I first came back here, there's this uneasy feeling... like I left something here. Abby looks out to the vast sky and said, "It's good to be outside a little more longer."

NIGHTMARES. A very bad or frightening dream. Anna was starting to lose count of the number of nightmares she’s been having since Josh’s death but whenever she woke up with one, clearing her head with a jog had been working well on her. She lets out a sigh as she turns sideways to stare at the mini alarm clock she had next to her bed. The time read 6:00 am and she hated the fact that she had to be awake at this early hour of the day.

Has a day ever felt so complete and perfect that you’re sure your life is about to take an awesome turn from there? Have you ever looked into the eyes of someone you loved and thanked the stars and moon for every alignment that led up to that moment? Have you ever been betrayed so accurately and devastatingly that you had no choice but to shatter into pieces? Just me? Well, you’re up for a long ride then. The day was sunny, as it is in April and the sun made everything look brighter, prettier, happier. Rushing into the rooms without permission as the wind blew our curtains open.

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 continued, “Miss Mark has faced harassment, slander, and constant stalking. She has lost her job and her home due to these false claims.” A lump formed in my throat. I hadn’t anticipated him defending me like that,not in public, not so defiantly. “Thirdly,” he said, “the photograph currently circulating was taken out of context during a chaotic moment. I was helping her after she sustained an injury.” The atmosphere buzzed with a mix of shock and curiosity. Then he dropped the bombshell. “To avoid causing any further upheaval in her life,” he explained, “Miss Martins and I are embarking on a private project together. Think of it as a partnership, temporary but formal.”

He looked relaxed. Good. He surely had branched out somewhere in Miami. Smart man!. The room felt calm—but only because the storm hadn’t arrived yet. “I’ll be right back,” I told Nyx. She nodded once, still speaking with James. I stepped onto the balcony and lit a cigarette. The wind carried the smoke, blurring the city lights. The first hit would be Malachi. He thought he was fighting a man. He didn’t know he was facing something worse. An insane one.

I whispered when I saw the date written on the picture. I sighed, I don't know what happened to our family or to me. As I get older, I feel like I'm slowly losing what I used to be, The people I love and the people I was with during the happy times when I was young are slowly disappearing. I touched my cheek when I felt a hot liquid falling from my eyes. I wiped it and returned the photo to its previous position. I don’t know what I did wrong to them, I don’t remember committing a crime to someone, especially to my family. But the way they stay away from me I felt like a serial killer that should not be approached.

She just wanted to run and forget everything about the man she had been living with for three years. As she continued to run, a faint voice calling her was heard from afar. It was Michael's voice! Diana, who heard that, immediately quickened her steps without looking back. 'Now we're over. Goodbye, my love,' Diana thought frantically as her vision blurred. Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of her. But before she knew what it was, everything was already too late. BRAK!!! "NO!!!"

It had led to several bloody wars and needless deaths. MistWorld was a small world inhabited by three supernatural species and magical creatures. It was also a world where magic was used to do almost everything, which included making clothes, cooking, sometimes communicating, and others. Demons, as we had been taught, lived underneath MistWorld, and could only appear in Mistworld when summoned by witches. But here in Mistworld, there were werewolves, vampires, and witches. The werewolves were spread across the Western side of Mistworld, divided into packs ruled by Alphas. The entire western area was sometimes still called Old Wood Hill, a name given to it centuries ago.