Novel & Cerita The Mist Series

Would it taste better? It was as if cold water had been poured on me, and I immediately woke up. My chest was still rising violently, mabilis akong lumingon sa monitor ng computer na ginagamit ko na naka-sleep na, I could barely see my reflection, but it was enough to see what was with me right now. My eyes widened when I saw my very own eyes, which I almost didn't recognize. They were blazing bloody crimson, like the eyes of a predator ready to attack her prey. Who the hell are you?

He raised his sword and pointed it at everyone, “What a bunch of dumb*sses!” “Why can’t I conjure my energy?” “D*mn it! Mist poisoned the wine!” Suddenly, everyone’s body felt numb, and soon, the floor greeted them. “D*mn it, I can’t move! What do you want?!” Before long, everyone was either down on the table or on the floor, unmoving. “What do I want? I want to kill each and everyone of you that opposed me!” scoffed Mist, with that, his blade flew past, and another was dead.

I cry in pain as it claws its way up my legs. My vision begins to dim, and my head feels hazy. Lethargy makes my limbs. Sluggish, I try to shake off the feeling and strain to release myself from the mist’s hold. But I can feel the little bit of energy I have left wane. Giving it one last try, I manage to break from its hold and fall forward on my hands and knees before I rise clumsily. The heavy mist threateningly follows my clumsy footsteps. As quickly as I can, I turn back to where I think the apartment is and stagger home. I feel like I’m drunk as I stumble away from the mist. My feet feel heavy and weigh me down as if I’m wading through quicksand. I look back again in exhaustion, but the

A bright full moon emerged on a silent night. There was no star in the sky, but the luminous glow of the mystic moon gave it an enchanting beauty. In the depths of a thick forest in a suburb, the air was so quiet that it even felt weird. The wind blew heavily, and someone was screaming horribly. An ugly and ferocious man pressed Kendra Miller on the ground and tried to tear her clothes apart rudely. He scratched Kendra’s body urgently and laughed dissolutely.

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

It’s a solid thing, unbreakable and ironclad. I closed my eyes, focusing on the powers I was gifted at birth by our goddess. Mist wasn’t something I used often but tonight it was going to save our asses. I imagined a fog to engulf the clearing, so thick you wouldn’t be able to see anything in front of you. I needed it to be pure white and solid, rendering the guards nearly blind. The sharp inhale beside me had me opening my eyes to a wall of mist surrounding us on all sides like we were covered in a blanket.

I set two flash drives on the table. “One of these flash drives contains the original copy of the CCTV footage of your son’s death. This will also prove you tried to kill the wrong person.” “And the other one?” Mrs. Baltar asked, her sharp and deadly stares fixed on me instead of the flash drives. “It’s a witness recording of you paying those men to kill me for the crime I did not commit. Of course, I kept the original copy just in case.” “Do you think you can scare me with this nonsense, Mr. de Guzman?” Mrs. Baltar scoffed before putting her arms around her chest.