Eclipse Online Book Novels & Stories

They came from every direction, growling and hissing, their movements erratic and unpredictable. I watched as Ethan shifted into action. There was no hesitation. He raised his hand, and the air seemed to hum with energy. A shockwave blasted outward, throwing several infected back and clearing a path for us to move forward. It was an impressive display of power—one that I had witnessed many times—but this time, there was something different about it. Ethan’s movements were more deliberate, more strained, and I could see it in his eyes. He was struggling.

What better way to gain more knowledge than first-handedly writing your stupidest ideas until they form into a coherent whole? And if you’ve reached this part and have gotten past my unnecessary babbling, hop in and join Eleanor and the other characters as they navigate the mysterious world of Azen. I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶, J. Aguilar You can also follow all my author's social media accounts for more updates/exclusive content and join my Discord server if you’re interested in being a part of a writing/reading community. The server is linked in my social media bio.

I looked down at Liam, and his mocha eyes were intense. “Liam,” I said. “Why am I in your bed?” I assumed it was his bed as I looked around the room, not having recognized it. It was simplistic with a white Ikea dresser and a matching desk that had textbooks stacked on top of it. I could see the fine print down the spines that read, Economical Distribution, Principles of Economics and Calculus – Third Edition. “Um…” he seemed to struggle with words.

Since I have knowledge everyone in the pack has become adept at reminding me again and again what I was, more what I didn't want to be. In our herd there are priestesses the only ones who know how to handle completely the Chimera book, a book that keeps all the secrets of our herd, and the birth of the new species, is the only one of its kind. They are trained from an early age and then taken to the only place where they next to the book can be safe. The book chooses every fifty years five new priestesses girls who from an early age give signs of superior abilities and one of those precisely consists of being able to see an ancestral animal, the whiter the animal the greater the purity of it

Xavier’s POV By the time we finally made it back to my suite, the academy had gone quiet. Break had emptied most of Eclipse Academy, leaving the halls almost unnaturally still. Every now and then, distant footsteps echoed somewhere beyond the corridor before fading into silence again. Our afternoon in the library had followed us home. Journals covered my coffee table. Loose sheets of parchment filled with hurried notes were scattered across the couch and the floor. Maps, family trees, and names of forgotten kingdoms were scribbled across pages in three different handwritings. We’d spent hours chasing Aldren’s trail, only to discover every answer pointed toward another question.

Meanwhile, at Blackmark mansion, Raya was sipping her wine when the witch named Griffin appeared out of nowhere and bowed down to Mrs Blackmark. "Griffin...what are you doing here?" she asked smilingly then continued, "Oh, it doesn't matter. Now that you are here...join me for a drink. Will you?" "My lady...I need to tell you something important…" her facial expressions were crucial and tone seemed urgent. "What is it?" Raya asked with her eyebrows knitted. "The eclipse is coming…" she mentioned carefully. Hearing this Raya left the glass of wine from her hand and it broke into a million pieces, the wine spread along the floor.

When bodies crowded too close, shadows surged just enough to stagger them, blind them, slow them. Not destroy but to control. I felt it click into place then. The eclipse was not a weapon. It was command. Behind me, someone shouted, Palace orders. “Hold position!” The instructions came and the lines steadied. Rebels faltered further. I sensed Revna somewhere beyond the chaos— watching, measuring, adjusting, but she did not touch this space. She couldn’t. This moment wasn’t hers. I advanced again and this time, Corrupters broke. Not retreating but fracturing. Their formation lost cohesion, corrupted instincts clashing violently as something in the air rejected them.

He just put a hand on Caleb’s shoulder. "The contract has changed, Caleb," Zade said, his voice like a grinding stone. "I was going to let you live in your little kingdom. But you tried to kill my Luna." "Zade, wait" Caleb started to beg. "The Eclipse has risen," Zade interrupted. "And your sun is setting." Zade didn't kill him. Not yet. He looked at me, a silent question in his eyes. He was giving me the choice. I looked at Caleb, the boy who had promised to love me and the man who had tried to murder me. I didn't feel love. I didn't even feel hate anymore. I just felt finished.

The last caught my attention—a striking cover depicting a phoenix rising from a blaze, wings spread wide. I pulled the heavy book free, its weight reassuring in my hands, and settled onto a dusty window seat. Opening it carefully, I found delicate pages worn thin with age. Vibrant illustrations depicted the phoenix in various stages—sometimes triumphant, rising from flames; other times engulfed and consumed by them. As I read, patterns emerged clearly. The phoenix symbolized not only rebirth but a cyclical nature of destruction and renewal. It guided the lost toward brighter futures in some tales, while in others, it appeared as an omen of the necessary chaos that preceded change.

With secrets. At the center stood a pedestal. And on that pedestal, a book. Bound in material I didn't recognize. Covered in symbols that predated modern wolf language. Pulsing with power that resonated with my mark like perfect harmony. I approached carefully. Extended Eclipse senses. Analyzed for traps. Dangers. Corruptions. Found none. Just invitation. Just welcome. Just certainty that this was meant for me. For this moment. For this exact circumstance. I opened the book. Found text that shifted. Adapted. Transformed from ancient language into modern words as I read. Divine magic making knowledge accessible across time. Across generations. Across evolution of language itself.