Esprithean Trilogy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Welcome, adventurer. The second book of the Blue Triangle Trilogy has finally opened to welcome you back into the world of Earthos. In this book, your journey will continue with King Arth Aragon, Sir Kael Denvorn, and an added narrative from Tristan McGarth's Point of View. You shall not only explore the country of Glacia deeper ... but you shall also travel back into the Underworld ... sail over the western seas ... step into foreign country lands ... and enter the world of dragons.

Hints of wet wood and freshly mowed grass whip by my nose on the tail end of a zephyr, and I inhale it deep into my lungs. The distinct sound of metal clashing with metal demands my attention, and I risk a glance over my shoulder. A rather large man, dressed head to toe in black deerskin, jams the shapely ends of three metal poles into a pot of lava. He waits a few minutes, scratching his bald head to kill time. Then, he grasps one of the poles in his chubby knuckle-less hand. He pulls it from the pot, and I watch the small flames dance on the end. Pulling it toward his face, he blows off the fire. I gasp at the sight of the angry, glowing red Sario lion and grab fistfuls of my dress as my s

“This is what I left behind. Memory, built from power. A message for the moment your heart stopped asking for permission.” She stepped down the throne, embers curling at her heels. “The third flame is truth by force. It doesn’t protect. It destroys deception. It opens doors—by burning them down.” Ezra reached for her, desperate—but the vision broke. --- He hit the stone floor of the chamber, gasping, his palm burning. Three spirals etched into his skin—interlocked, alive. The third flame floated before him now, quiet, smaller. Waiting. Ezra stood.

He visits me whenever he hears that I'm back at the village. I dressed up quickly and went out. It wasn’t Eben. It was Esther, and with her was her sister. Esther was a high school student in her final year, the daughter of grandma's friend. I knew her and everything about her family. Rumour in the community had it that, her father and brothers dabbled in the occult. Her mum had divorced her dad. And her three sisters were married. She was the last born of her mum and dad. Her dad had another wife, but there were no children between them except step children.

Amid the electricity, the distinctive sulphurous odor of deceit was strong, triggering memories of casual statements like, I’d be very interested to know what became of the one that survived. “Tell us who he is!” Dianna shouted over the howl. “I don’t know who he is!” Maya threw back. “What shall I say of him? That he speaks with a woman’s voice? That he cocks his elephant head a certain way as he says arcane but suggestive things like, ‘we are each of us only instruments of another’? Will that build insight into the enigma that he is? I do not know him. How he influences actions. How he bends nature. I only know what he instructs, which I do because I must do. The rift itself demands it. Fr

They were slipping away, and I couldn’t bear to lose them. Elian stood a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, his sharp green eyes watching my every move. "Again," he instructed, his voice firm but not unkind. I clenched my fists and nodded, steadying my breathing. "I can do this," I muttered to myself, summoning the magical energy inside me. I visualized the threads of the spell wrapped around the Triplets, choking them, twisting their emotions. I imagined breaking those threads, unraveling them one by one.

“Plenty of time to introduce ourselves and prepare for our first challenge: Briareus. The most intelligent and rational of the three Hecatoncheires. Which also makes him the most savage.” “Maravilloso. Todo este viaje sigue mejorando cada vez más,” Gael mutters—Wonderful. This trip just keeps getting better and better. He’s not wrong. This mission is high-key dangerous, and I’m already over it. But there’s no turning back. As much as my pups and my mates are part of me, so is my bond with Selene. Without her, I feel like I’m missing a limb. My pup feels it too. We have to get her back.

They weren’t here last week, so I am guessing they must have transferred into this class. “Hey, my name is Gareth, and this is my cousin Elias.” Gareth says. “My name is Sapphire, and it is nice to meet the two of you.” I tell them. Gareth seems nice, but when Elias turns to look at me, I freeze. He has the most intriguing eyes I have ever seen. They are like gold coins with little splashes of red. It reminds me of a flame. There is something weirdly familiar about them. Something about him makes me very uncomfortable, but I hide it. He turns away from me, and I relax a little. There is something about both of these guys that has my hackles raised. I will see what Dad has to say ab

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

“There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” he growled, “this isn’t a bond of mates. It’s a trinity. Power, heart, and soul.” “And when one is threatened…” Xanden added, voice tight with realization, “the others rise.” I swallowed, trying to process it—but something else was stirring now. A vision. A memory that wasn’t mine—but maybe belonged to the sea. Or to blood. I saw a throne carved of coral and bone.