The Mist Series Novels & Stories

"Kristin answer me!" Made...lyn.... You...kil..lled..mmme... The whisper grows higher and higher as we walk longer and longer. My muscles stained, I blink less. I try to concentrate but hard to focus my body going weaker I collapse the entire vision in front of me darkened. Madelyn..nn... Yoouuu...kill..lled...mme... The whispers were the last thing that I could hear before I go into the deep darkness of unconsciousness.

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

Jasper and me, we were never meant to be together when his heart belonged to her. My steps faltered. My mouth fell open as I saw Jasper Askin with his girlfriend, Lorraine Grey. They were sitting in the living room waiting for me. Livia was glaring at them. Her arms were crossed over her chest. There was a frown on her forehead. "Esme," He smiled, getting on his feet as I was some kind of hope. It wasn't that caught me off guard. I stopped dead in my tracks, not moving another inch. Lorraine. Her stomach! She was pregnant. I didn't assume it last night. It was his.

Misty yelled once again. It was now that Eva had sat up and realized she forgot to tell Alana not to tell her mother that her father had started a war for beating up the prince. Eva sighed and pulled the pillow onto her head once again when she heard another crash and a few curse words escape the lips of her mother. Misty was going to kill Antonio. She had been watching a lot of true crime shows recently and knew the perfect way to dispose of his body. If there isn't a body then it's just a missing person report and not murder.

But as the mist swirls and thickens, it expands—spreading outward, enveloping the room in a haze. Some packmembers shift uneasily, instinctively bristling, but no one moves. The mist feels… alive. It is translucent, tinged with hints of deep blue and violet, like a twilight sky just before the stars appear. It dances in the air, swirling around the warriors and elders, as if inviting them into the vision. The room goes silent except for the soft sound of the mist shifting in the air. I feel the pull of the magic, and the images begin to form.

Misty said and even put food on her plate. Right after eating lunch with Misty, she also left to work as Gavin's secretary. She was on the balcony of their room, wondering a lot. “Who are the enemies that he was talking about?” She mumbled after remembering how Gavin tried to hide her and told her that his enemies are on the island. Who are they? She wants to contact her cousins immediately, but then, something is stopping her. She is aware that she must do everything carefully. “That fvcking crash is not an accident,” she uttered firmly.

On Misty Mountain. Misty Mountain always appeared hazy and misty on most days, hence it lived up to its name. The mountain was shrouded in fog and mist, like a fantasy fairy realm on earth. Therefore, some people would refer to Misty Mountain as a 'fairy mountain'. It rained a lot there too. Serene Silas remembered that it had been nearly a month since she arrived there, and it had been raining for more than half the time she was there.

the voice shouts. "I will come for you soon, my queen." the mist says, before it completely disappears. Who the hell is this black mist?

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.

"And you, Chris, I will never ever forgive you. You are just like your mother, love to lead stories and be cunning! I hate you, I hate Margaretha! Forever!" *** The eyes with curled eyelashes were still tightly closed when the sunlight landed right around them. It was only after a few seconds that the eyes blinked. Slowly a pair of hazel eyes opened, in a few moments they would close again trying to adjust their gaze. Her hand was raised, she covered the morning sun that landed right in the area of her face. Her smooth white body changed position and instantly every friction that occurred between her body and the sheets and blankets made her completely conscious.