Esprithean Trilogy Novels & Stories

Mason and Madison, sensing my excitement, looked up at me curiously, their innocent eyes wide with wonder. Matthias approached us with open arms, enveloping me in a warm and comforting embrace. It felt like a reunion of souls, a connection that transcended time and distance. As he released me from his embrace, his gaze shifted to the two curious faces beside me—my precious twins. "Jessica, it's been too long," he said with a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "And these must be the little miracles I've heard so much about." Matthias's eyes twinkled as he looked at Mason and Madison, his expression a mix of fondness and delight.

The voices were growing louder and painful, squabbling and baffling. Silence both of you! The deep voice boomed like a clap of thunder. And of a sudden, there come flashes of moments inside Esper's mind: There's fire, seas of fire, rains of fire. Tower crumbling to the ground. She's at the wood. A mysterious being stands from a distance, clothed in all black. Who are you? She asked and got no answer. Instead, the mysterious being drew its sword. Its design is exquisite; the engraved runes on its metal are exotic. Esper stepped back, clasping the fur blanket. She can't move. It seems a bulk of stones piled up on her body. Esper is struggling to recognize the mysterious being who is now approa

Coconuts will forever be my comfort scent, I thought as I close my eyes and inhale the coconut-scented candles and essential oil. I woke up this morning feeling like a nervous wreck. But my nerves are now calm thanks to the three sticks of cigarettes, and a glass of wine I had for breakfast. Now I'm in the bath, my safe place, the only room in the house I know nobody could barge in. Not even Chase. Savor the moment, Caterina, my inner voice soothes. The last bath I'll have as a single woman. Just like the sleep I had last night was my last slumber as a Santelli. If you can call it sleep. I was tossing and turning the entire night, restless and frustrated that I cannot seem to find the right

I remembered when I had training with Aron when it was my witch part that was present, in the middle of the training he decided to switch to a duel, he was not merciful at all Aron attacked me on all sides when he was really close to my face he raised his claws and was about to swipe at my neck when my hands transformed to claws at the last minute and I was able to block his attack, but it immediately retracted back. After that it has happened three more time also during intense fights. “ so it’s my turn to talk now huh” I said towards Chase sheepishly. “ yeah, I want to also know what’s going on in your life. I’m your best friend” “ I know and I’m sorry for keeping you in the dark. It’s not

“Good morning, Imani. How are you?” “Good morning, Dr. Hemsworth. I’m as good as I can be. I’m eager to finish the tests so I can be released.” “Wonderful,” he beamed, pushing a cart full of viles into the room. I cleared my throat at the rancid smell of humans that permeated the room. “Oh, my Goddess. What are in those bottles?” Imani asked, pinching her nose. “What does it smell like to you?” “That human at Eden that Judge Jackson killed.”

Delilah's voice began failing cos she's losing so much blood, and her body was already shaking. "Find...his name is... he's Tedross... he's at Harley's close, he lives in the ghetto.... Please.... please...find ..." "What if it's all a plan? To have her voice programmed on his phone in case of something like this" Jezebel said. "Chill, I'll detect if it was programmed so far we get the phone, let's leave" Zenith said, entering the wagon. Sylvester entered with her, and they drove off.

My heart clenched, and I formed a terrifying guess—Maurice had also been reborn. In my past life, he hadn't dared to marry Camilla because he'd feared retribution from Father and me. Instead, he'd found ways to lace the tonics I took daily with herbs that would cause me to be infertile and weaken me. That had led to my death a few years later. He was probably still expecting things to play out the way they had in our past lives—that I would meet the same end if I insisted on marrying him. "We're not strangers to each other, Giselle. Do as I say, and things will work out well for us both," Maurice said.

"A covenant. To free him, you must become him. You must become the bridge. The one who waits. The one who shepherds until another comes. Are you prepared for that, Eliana? Are you prepared to stand here, in this storm, for a hundred years, for two hundred, until someone else loves you enough to walk into the tempest?" Eliana looked up at the suspended figure. His eyes were still closed. His chest was still. But she saw the flicker of his lashes, the slight movement of his fingers, the signs of a consciousness that was not gone but merely imprisoned, fighting beneath the surface of its own frozen scream. "I am prepared," she said. The Spirit reached for her. Its hand was not a hand. It was a

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

They had each found their place in the tapestry, and she was no exception. As dawn approached, the triplets’ journeys converged in a private, unseen moment: Kai, Aria, and Elara, standing atop the ridge, overlooking their lands, their packs, and the dawn breaking over the horizon. The wind carried the echoes of Jake’s strategic voice and Ella’s nurturing wisdom. In that silence, they understood each other perfectly, the bond of triplets stronger than any ritual, any prophecy, or any power they could claim.