Esprithean Trilogy Novels & Stories

The Spiral pulsed once beneath Elthara’s feet—an ancient breath drawn in, not through lungs, but through memory itself. Fire coiled around her legs like waiting serpents, neither hostile nor welcoming. The throne of ash behind her remained empty, though its presence whispered of choices long sealed in stone. Her twin stood beside her, silent now, his eyes reflecting a flame that no longer burned only for vengeance.

“Who’s helping them now?” “Someone… old,” Malthea whispered. “Someone we forgot.” Aragorn babbled gently on Cassie’s hip. When Bain reached to brush a finger across his dark curls, the baby’s eyes flickered gold for just a moment—and the clouds above shimmered. “They’re watching him now,” Elias said, tone grim. “Every ripple of his power rings like a bell.” In Greece, hidden beneath a monastery, Vulture unearthed what the smugglers had buried: an obsidian trident etched with runes. He didn’t touch it.

The threads around him snap tighter. Not pulling randomly anymore. Aligning. The heart has found the conduit again. Kasper steps forward. Fast. Too fast. Before anyone can stop him he grabs Elias by the front of his coat. Eirik moves instantly. But the moment Kasper touches Elias— the threads flare violently. The system reacts. Elias screams. The glyph burns white-hot. The threads around him ignite like lightning. Kasper grins. “There it is.” Rage explodes through me. “You let go of him!”

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

“You bear the mark of light, but your soul is forged in fire. You have killed gods, birthed balance. Now you stand at the threshold.” “What are you?” she demanded. “I am the First Breath. The Whisper Beneath the Roots. I am what was forgotten.” “You want my son.” “Your son is a key. But keys do not choose their locks. He will decide what rises after gods fall.” “Why now?” “Because silence has ended. And his blood sings the old song.” The Whisper lifted an arm, revealing a vision in the air: Elian standing before a split world—one half cloaked in golden forests, the other in endless storm. He stood undecided.

Chapter 63 Setting Camp The gentle pull of the water and the rhythmic rocking kept Tritan in a peaceful slumber. Gradually, Tritan became aware of someone's arousal behind him, their body pressed against his back. The sudden sensation startled him, momentarily alarming Tritan as he tried to recall and understand his surroundings. He realized he was on top of the carriage, already embarked on their journey into the abyss. The movement had ceased, and Tritan deduced that Finrir was the one holding him. Although slightly disoriented, Tritan trusted Finrir implicitly, recognizing that it was natural to feel arousal upon waking. Deciding to keep his wakefulness hidden, Tritan remained motionless,

The Silence stirred faintly, its reply soft and ancient. > Then the cycle is no longer a circle. It has become a spiral. Ereya’s light pulsed once—like laughter made of peace. > Good. --- The Final Note In the realm of Kareth, Sareth stood again upon the mountain’s peak. The stars above him shimmered out of rhythm, their pulses unpredictable, alive. He looked up, breathed in deeply, and whispered: > “No perfection. No end. Just being.” And the Heart—scattered yet alive—answered with a pulse that shook the void.

No life are hidden with in it. "Prince Arielle, don't feel dejected. Your sister will be alright. " E.J uttered. Kneeling infront of Ariella, E.J stretched its arms above the lady's body as he chanted. "Oh, I call for the spirit who acquired thee, give me your strength as I am your master, I call you, Spectrous Espiritious" as E.J chanted this, a bright Illumination of light came out of his hands as it spread through out the forests and blinded everyone for just a minute.

"You're taking his side." "I'm taking the side of not losing all three of you in the land of shattered souls," she said, with the kind of diplomatic firmness she'd clearly been practising. "With Elias's signature, you might be able to find pathways that are safer. Avoid traps keyed to Divine grace or the presence of demon-blood that are keyed to Divine grace or demon-blood presence specifically. He's..." She tilted her head slightly. "He's neither, right now. Which makes him unpredictable to the things down there. And unpredictable is useful." I looked at Elias for a long moment. He looked back at me, steady and immovable, and I recognised the expression. I'd worn it myself enough times to k

“But we do believe in The Morrigan, if we believe in anything at all.” “That witch at the shop, Alice,” Aislen murmured. “She said something about Morrigan and the Triquetra. Something about past, present, and future, and war.” “Rhett?” Heath raised his eyebrows at the dark-haired alpha. Rhett shrugged. “Past, present, and future is one of the things associated with the Triquetra or the Triple Spiral. Some people say The Morrigan is the Triple Goddess – the Maiden, The Mother and The Hag. I remember reading a story about how if a soldier dreamed that she was washing his armour or clothing it meant that he would die in battle the next day. And she has something to do with sex, so the best way