A Novel Of The Others นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And for once, I didn’t feel like I was standing on the outside looking in. I belonged. Later that night, after the moon rose high, I sat by the window in our bedroom, wrapped in Nathaniel’s oversized shirt. My fingers traced ancient glyphs on a leather-bound book—gifts left behind by the witches of Inadu after the final battle. Most of the witches had been sent away peacefully, after swearing loyalty or neutrality. A few joined the pack as spiritual guides. Old enemies. New allies. That was the new world I was building. Nathaniel came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “You smell like sage and jasmine,” he murmured into my hair. “Did the moon speak to you?”

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

THE WORLD OF "FORBIDDEN MATE" Someone once asked me about the world setting of the story since they saw elements of modern and mediaeval worlds in the story. This is your answer, dear: In Story 1, the setting and world are a blend of supernatural elements and modern-day life. The narrative features caves and packs, which are key components of the werewolf culture. These caves serve as communal spaces and dens for rebel groups, where they hold meetings, make important decisions, and discuss their strategies. The packs, as you already know, represent a strong sense of community and hierarchy.

she said, reaching out and gently brushing the snowflakes from my hair. She continued, "Come on. Let's head back, or Grandma will start worrying." When we returned to the Xavier residence, Dorothy had already prepared hot ginger tea to ward off the cold. As I held the cup, surrounded by the Xavier family's warmth, I felt a glimmer of hope for the future for the first time. Perhaps letting go of the past and starting fresh wasn't such a bad thing, after all. On New Year's Eve, fireworks blazed outside, illuminating the entire night sky. The deafening sound rose and fell in waves. I stood by the window, feeling strangely disoriented, as if I were in another lifetime.

“If the world begs you to lead… will you let it dream?” Liora stiffened. “What does that mean?” “In my world, I wrote peace,” her double said. “I ended war. I outlawed death. I made everything safe. Controlled.” “But not free.” “No,” the Other Queen whispered. “Because freedom leaves room for monsters.” Liora’s flame stirred. “And control turns people into ghosts.” With a wave of her hand, the Other Queen split the air between them, A window into her reality shimmered to life: Perfect cities. Wolves who never shifted without permission, Children born with sigils already written on their skin.

A deep, droning sound echoed through the stone. A sound that didn’t belong to this world. The Others had found us. And this time, Lucien led them. We were trap between both the howls of the wolf pack and Lucien army Confused and trapped only questions on my mind was “What happens next”

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

Unwanted. Alone. Or worse, hunted. I covered my face, sobbing silently. "No. No, I won't let that happen." I clutched my stomach. "I will protect you, my baby. I swear on my life, I will never let you go through what I did." I didn't care if I had to disappear forever. The place where world hardly know that existed. Because it's a very alienated place with no network or any kind of service with very limited number of people there.

Strong. But I also saw the other side. The Others' world was a huge, gray desert with no stars in the sky. And there were many shapes pressed against the newly alive Veil: the Wardens, the scouts, and the hive mind's tendrils. They weren't attacking. They were... looking. Their heads were tilted, and their alien minds were focused on the sudden, bright light of our world. The dissonance that had drawn them in was gone, and for now, there was a harmony that was impossible to break.

Gonzalo nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the hearth. "Someone as special as you," he murmured. "And it is yours now." The journal became my refuge, offering glimpses into a world where myths and reality intertwined. Each entry revealed more about werewolves, about the community he belonged to, and their struggles to maintain a balance between two worlds. It was written fiction, but Gonzalo did not know that werewolves were real. Whoever owned this book encountered or spoke with a werewolf. Was it Caleb? Because of the way it was written and the descriptions, it seemed like Caleb.