Arrietty Novels & Stories

The second she sees me, she pushes off the wall and fixes me with an unimpressed glare. “Oh, look who finally decided to show up,” she says. “Have a fun little spirit journey?” I blink at her, still sluggish. “What?” She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look, I think Humphrey did a lousy job moving Sally from our room because I just got attacked by flying books.” That wakes me up. “What?” I repeat, sharper this time. “You mean—” Ariah holds up a hand, cutting me off. In her other hand, she dangles something between her fingers—a skeleton key with a pink ribbon tied around it. My heart skips a beat.

**Luna's Story** Aria nestled comfortably into the soft, mossy floor of the cozy den, a sanctuary alive with the rich, earthy scents of pine and damp earth. Sunlight trickled through the gaps in the leaves above, casting gentle patterns on the ground as she watched Luna, a striking silver wolf with piercing cerulean eyes, curl up beside her. Their bond had deepened over the months they had spent together in the heart of the forest, and Aria felt an overwhelming sense of calm and belonging wash over her every time they were in each other’s company. The warmth radiating from Luna's soft, silvery fur was like a comforting embrace, enveloping her in a safety that felt as cozy as a warm blanket o

Shadows danced around her—familiar yet strange, as if they recognized her even though she did not recall them. Aria turned slowly, her breath quivering. “Where… am I?” Selene’s voice resonated beside her, though the woman was not physically present. “Within the memory they attempted to erase.” A child’s laughter echoed—soft and innocent. Aria became still. A little girl, perhaps four or five years old, dashed between the trees. Her midnight-black curls bounced behind her. Her eyes—brilliant silver, so luminous they appeared almost otherworldly—sparkled with mischief as she pursued a glowing butterfly.

"You’re right." "Aren’t I always?" Arissa giggled, giving me a quick kiss. "Anyway, fix your face so that you don’t look intimidating when this carriage stops." "Yes ma am." When the carriage stopped, I wrapped an arm around Arissa, leading her out to find a small creature with blazing golden eyes and wild red hair waiting for us. At first, I couldn’t quite pin-point what it was as it looked like a mixture between a gremlin and a rabbit. However, when it suddenly stood, throwing the large hide that was wrapped around it to the ground, I realized that it wasn’t a creature at all, but instead a child with a broad smile and rosey pink cheeks.

Aria - The Path of Truth: Aria's path led her to the Hidden Archives, a repository of ancient knowledge hidden deep within the mountains. Here, she encountered the Guardians of Truth, enigmatic beings who tested her with riddles and illusions, each designed to challenge her perception of reality.

There are plush sofas and armchairs around a coffee table, behind the glass wall is the view of the city skyline and a sliding door that probably leads to the balcony. Blankets, papers and toys are scattered all around the chair, this looks like any contemporary family house that involves children And, then I see her, she’s seated on the floor, her back resting on the sofa, fondling with crayons, my breathing stills for a moment that I just stand there, without even moving. “You are not staying long,” Arya’s voice echoes behind me, “Just ten minutes and you can leave, then you can come back next week,” I look at her and she frowns deeply. She’s wearing a lightweight white knit sweater tucked

On the busy streets Arya who had long dried up her fake tears, maneuvered her way quickly towards her home. 'Nana must be waiting.' She thought as she pulled her bag from her shoulder and unzipped it so the beast inside wouldn't die of suffocation. She still didn't know what to do with him but for now, she didn't want to carry a dead being in her schoolbag. Turning into a corner, she walked down a path riddled with portholes. When she sighted her house a corner away, she stopped, placed her bag on the ground and unzipped it fully revealing Amaris's adorable form.

A distant howl echoed through the darkness. Aria turned. Something was approaching. “What’s that?” The creature didn’t answer. “What’s coming?” “Your first memory.” Aria frowned. “My first memory?” The darkness suddenly exploded with silver light. Aria found herself standing in a forest. Snow covered the ground. The trees were enormous. A giant silver moon hung above them. And in the middle of the forest— a little girl was crying. Aria stared. The child looked about five years old. White hair. Silver eyes.

she repeated. Terry turned the dimmers to full. Fluorescents flared. The chamber sharpened: cables like veins, the Worm crouched and waiting, and—across the hall—a mural waking. Where soot had flaked, pigment breathed. The boy’s hands were lifted not in fear but offering; the Minotaur’s eyes had found a red no torch should give. Jessica swallowed whatever that did to her and stepped to the breach with Module 22 live. She aimed the tablet’s camera at the new edges, scanning for any carved line that hadn’t seen light in eighty years.

The creature stretched one enormous hand toward them. The youngest triplet suddenly stopped crying. His tiny fingers opened, reaching toward the silver light. A strange pulse travelled through the chamber. Aria gasped as images flooded her mind. She saw an ancient world beneath a blackened sky. She saw wolves gathered around a towering figure made of silver light. She saw a being that possessed no single face, no single voice, and no single heart. It was connected to everything. And then the being began to break apart. Not because an enemy had attacked it.