Brandon Sanderson Novella の小説・ストーリー

End of Book 1 === Coming soon (ongoing): The Hunted Wolf (Eva’s book) Blue Thunder: Forging the Legend (book 2) Biting the Eternal Love (Veronica’s book) In plans (plot outlines in development): Gus’s book (no title yet) Blue Thunder: Raising the Legacy (book 3) Hendrick’s book (no title yet, to pick up when the book of Veronica ends) Potential plans (synopsis written): Victoria’s book Raymond’s book Audrey’s book

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Blood on the Blade The Moon’s Eye Temple was a furnace of flame and fury. Steel rang as Rowan’s blade clashed with Darius’s, their movements fast and brutal, like twin storms locked in a deadly dance. Sparks flew as iron met iron, the enchanted weapons pulsing with old magic — one born of the Elders’ control, the other of rebellion and fire. Lyra stood frozen for only a moment, her eyes wide with heartbreak and disbelief. Rowan — the boy in her mother's bedtime stories, the nameless savior from the shadows — was real. And now, he was the one trying to kill her.

She held my hand, urging His Majesty to bring my marriage forward because she feared I would regret this. His Majesty looked pleased, too. He and my husband-to-be, Gideon Swain, were blood brothers. Naturally, the bond between them was stronger than others. I knew little about Gideon, even in my past life. All I knew was that he had a reputation for being a devil incarnate. He was stationed with the army in Morbeck with the task of guarding the nation's borders and rarely returned to the capital. That was why none of the noble ladies in the capital wanted to marry him.

A woman’s voice, gentle and raw, whispering as his newborn body burned with unnatural fire: “Ix vel’ara zha. Kai thrak’eth nex ix, ix-lir kharuun.” “I love you… be strong for me, my little warrior.” His mother’s final gift. The Shadow Queen. Her death hadn’t been for nothing. And now, after all this time, he wasn’t the only one marked by that place. Not the only one broken… or built for more. He closed the file gently, rage and clarity thrumming beneath his skin. His flame danced wilder, answering the beast inside him.

And it was writing now. Liora rose from the ash. The Inkblade was beside her again. But it felt heavier. More dangerous. Because now, it wasn’t just her weapon. It was her past. The wind picked up. Pages fell from the sky, Not blank, Not yet Each one with a title that pulsed: “The Queen of Ash” “The Mother Who Burned” “The Daughter Unwritten” “The Betrayer’s Return” One page stopped in front of her, It was written in her own hand but she’d never written it. And it read:

In my previous life, it had survived the onslaught of the Haunts, and my brother had lived. I hoped to find more of those infant spirits there, to amplify my strength. Yet, before I could make my move, a fierce blaze erupted in the distance on the mountain. "This is bad..." Ambulances zoomed by, a blur of bright red and flashing lights. My heart broke into irreparable pieces. A sea of flames engulfed the forest, thousands of acres alight. The wooden swords I sought were no more, reduced to ashes and charred remains. "No..." I tried to dash into the woods, but Jim held me back with an iron grip.

He turned to Norval and gave him one last chance to back out, knowing well enough that Norval would never take the offer. “Before I finish this, I have one more question to ask you. How could you anticipate all of my attacks? Did you employ some sort of elixir that enabled you to read my thoughts?” He inquired. Norval was speechless, his hand twitching a little as he stared blankly. “Well, since I can't use it anymore, I might as well tell you,” he ultimately concluded." You see, I've read the full text of the Yulcites' Holy Book, which you all employ as a grimoire. I'm aware that the book is divided into six chapters, each of which is based on natural components. The first chapter deals wit

Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock. The bond explodes between us like a star being born. I drop to my knees, unprepared for the sensory onslaught. Across from me, Rain does the same, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Dawn's consciousness floods into mine—fragments of her fear as she faced Sorin, her wonder at Rain's dragon form, her confusion and pain as the shadow magic drained her light. Beneath those immediate sensations run deeper currents—her determination, her loneliness, her hunger for belonging.

Brandon has appeared out of nowhere; he’s standing just behind Gideon with Low and he’s watching me like I’m some kind of fascinating show. “Ghost has no pups, no mate and his momma has two other sons. He’s also not interested in you in the slightest other than your skills at killing; you need backup, and he’s who you get.” Brandon says as he crosses his arms over his chest. Gideon nods along with what he’s saying so I know I don’t have room to argue.

Staring into Sebastian's icy eyes, I scoffed at myself and said, "Alright, I'll delete it right now!" I pulled out my phone and announced my departure from the family business on Instagram. I was about to shut down my work profile when I heard him say: "You're one of the old guards in this company. I trust you. You know what matters. Just go." Sebastian watched me with a poker face as I tapped on my phone, and he realized I was not bluffing, so he spoke up, a hint of panic in his voice. Rosa piped up then, "Don, doesn't my word mean anything?"