The Mist (tv Series) Novels & Stories

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.

It was downright upsetting as it was disappointing. Surely, there was a mistake somewhere. She could not be his mate. He thought to him self as he made his way through the stony path that led up to a thatched tree house. Misty Plane was an alternate universe tethered to earth, just like that of the wolves. It shared celestial bodies with the galaxies, but existed within its own atmosphere. The weather here was always cloudy, with no visible sunlight in the sky. Mists swirled around constantly, obscuring the general surroundings, so that only 100 meters could be seen within 360 degrees vantage point.

His touch grounded her, anchoring her mind against the mist’s effects. “Stay with me,” Kaden said, his voice firm but gentle. “We can fight this.” Theros appeared from the edge of the battlefield, his staff glowing faintly. He slammed it into the ground, creating a pulse of light that began to dispel the mist. Calla cursed, retreating to the safety of her remaining forces. --- With the mist dissipated, the defenders rallied. Theros’s light had not only cleared the air but also renewed their spirits. Lena and Kaden led the charge, their movements a blur of precision and power. Lena’s blade danced through the air, cutting down mercenaries with an efficiency born of desperation.

"Mm-hmm." "Your wife still has a job?" Misty said that in a teasing tone. Misty grew up in the White family in the southeastern region. She had never been treated unfairly growing up. Everything had always been going her way. After she had taken over the White Group, she was even more like the queen on high. That was why Misty had heard about Sebastian being decisive, as well as very cold and vicious, but Misty did not care about that at all. Not only did she not care, but she even felt that Sebastian was not as unapproachable as how others had described him. Also, it was not that he never allowed others to be reckless in front of him. Other than being more forceful when it came to the colla

My vision blurred. I didn’t even know why I was crying anymore. Was it anger? Pain? Fear? Or all of it at once? The silence pressed down harder. Thick. Suffocating. I couldn’t take it anymore. “What is happening?” I asked. My voice shook. “What do you know that I don’t?” I swallowed, forcing the next words out. “Who is that woman?” The question hung in the air. Heavy. No one answered. No one moved.

Miles of it, dark and ancient, stretching all the way to the mountains on the north side. I hadn't seen the full picture before. Just pieces through windows. "I come up here when things get heavy," Mavira said, sitting at the edge with her legs hanging. "Nobody ever looks up." I sat beside her. The morning air was cold and sharp. Below us the courtyard was already moving — guards changing rotation, Torven crossing toward the east gate, a kitchen worker carrying supplies to the storage building. "There," Mavira said quietly. I followed where she pointed.

“More than you realize.” I studied him intently, really looked for the first time. I spotted it,a flicker of fatigue in his eyes. A hint of loneliness. A lurking shadow. But then he straightened, closing off like a steel door slamming down. “We’re nearly there,” he stated. THE PRESS CONFERENCE The noise engulfed me right away. Flashes. Shouting. Hands reaching. Cameras exploding like gunfire. “William! Over here!” “Is she your mistress?” “Are you replacing Annie?”

“I don’t know what it is, but something’s wrong.” “You’re not making any sense, Malek,” Cassie chuckled weakly. He stopped and locked eyes with her. “The rivers are clearing up. The darkness over the sun is also slipping away. And the most f*cked up one is that I think I’m losing my powers.”

Neither did I. The house settled into darkness. But sleep didn’t come easily. Not for me. Not for her. The wind outside moved differently now. Slower. Heavier. Like it was carrying something it didn’t want to drop. I sat in the main room, watching the sealed door. Seraphine stayed on the couch. Quiet. Too quiet. Then it started. A whisper. Not inside the room. Not outside either. Just… near. The air flickered. One of the charms on the wall dimmed.

Agnes said with tightened lips as she glared at the direction of a particular door. “You may be feeling well Agnes but you truly need to follow whatever your doctor says, you have to take your drugs!” Tina said trudging towards where she stood but Agnes briskly walked past her before grabbing the white Groceries that were brought a few minutes ago. Tina ignored her before picking up the tv remote before putting on the television. Luckily, the tv program was that of the news station where Miriam was clearly giving the announcement about her missing son with a picture of him boldly visible on the side.