Ayah Anneth Novels & Stories

"What's she actually going there to do on the threshold?" Katherine paused for a moment. "She's going to meet her real mother." The room went silent. "Annitore's mother," Katherine clarified. "Ahnika. The woman who gave birth to her centuries ago." Annie felt the floor tilt beneath her. "When I was a child," Katherine said, and her voice had taken on the quality of a storyteller recounting an old nightmare, "we were told stories about Annitore. She was a legend. A myth. A beast who showed no mercy. They said she could make men beg for death and then deny them even that kindness. They said she burned kingdoms and laughed while she did it."

____ ____ "Because no one else can do it. Opening the prison isn't just waiting for five centuries, the person who opens it must be a really strong person. And..." "And?" Noah asked curiously. "And only a special person can open it without having to wait five centuries." Baba Farra Fanga II took a sip of his drink. Recalling past events made his emotions increase. "Who is that person Baba? The one who has imprisoned the Magic King, that very powerful person." Noah is really confused by all this. Why doesn't he know anything? "He's Beliast Aberdeen. A very powerful person, he's the first person to open the Dungeon's Shadow Prison or even the last person to be able to open it."

she changed the topic. “Jax, yes, he had a fallout with Yara, but they are good now. But for Gia, no, I haven’t. She’s enjoying her relationship with Kye.” she teased. “ Ah, young love,” her mother said as they burst out into laughter. “ How’s Aunt Alianna and Aunt Penny?” she asked her mother as she dished out some Mac ‘n’ cheese from the food basket her mother brought for her. “ They’re good. We’re going on another trip in two days,” her mother announced.

She cut me off with a shrill cry, almost jumped on me as she kept asking, " I knew it! You are so damn beautiful. Your baby will be beautiful too. How far are you? Is the baby moving yet?" I almost choked on my saliva and looked down at my flat stomach. If I wasn't wrong, It would have been two months only. The baby was way too long to show his presence. I shook my head smiling and asked finally, " No! It's too late. Who..are you?" The girl cleared her throat to speak to me. She pressed her palms on her cheeks, grinning excitedly, " Oh my! How foolish of me to not introduce myself first! I am Anaya, your Alpha's cousin. I came here for my semester break. I couldn't wait to come when I heard

"No! Stop this madness! This has to end!" My father’s face twisted with anger, and in a flash, he transformed, lunging at me. I barely dodged, my training with my master the only thing keeping me alive. Red joined the fight, his movements a blur of fury. The village became a battlefield, the clash of weapons and cries of pain deafening. The ground trembled, and a piercing scream split the air. Everything stopped as three figures descended from the sky, their silhouettes wreathed in shadows. "Anne!" they called in unison, their voices ringing with eerie familiarity.

-He said, accidentally sounding like a reproach. -I'm not hiding anything from you. - Oh no? Then tell me what she's like. -Who? -Anne Johnson? - The Italian raised a quiet curse to the sky every time that sinister name filled Bethany's mouth. -Her physical appearance describes her. "She's white, with dark hair and green eyes." He scratched an eyebrow, imagining any woman he'd come across, unaware that Bethany knew more than she let on. She broke free from his embrace and turned to face him.

The rehearsal had just finished and everyone else was packing up including Catherine who is helping her mother. Lyra shyly approached Catherine and Anita noticed her so she stopped for a moment and so did Catherine. “Lyra! I heard Cath’s taking you home.” Anita said it with a joyful manner making Catherine frown upon her mother’s excitement. “Y-yeah.” Catherine found Lyra cute when she’s a bit shy. Catherine even thought that Lyra looked like one of those anime girls that gets really cute when they blush or get embarrassed.

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.

I scream as the connection stretches violently, pulled taut by a force that isn’t severing it— But claiming it. Ethan stiffens, eyes blazing with shock. “Rory—” The Crown screams. And somewhere far beyond Midnight’s borders, something ancient answers. Not with hunger. But recognition.

Aralyn’s POV “I am Nethanaiah of Charterwallis, one of the elder mages of the land of faes. I mean no harm, especially not to the daughter of Malleteagan and Larissa,” she said, watching me with bright citrine eyes. Her eyes sparkled like the eyes of an owl on this gloomy night. Platinum blonde hair falling on her shoulders carelessly made her look angelic. “How do you know who I am? Where am I?”