Haven: Book Novels & Stories

"Becoming the Convergence? Taking on all this responsibility?" I consider the question honestly. "Sometimes. When the weight feels too heavy. When the gods bicker and I have to mediate divine arguments about jurisdiction or worship protocols. When I miss the simplicity of just being us." "But?" "But then I see this." I gesture to the city below. "And I know it was worth it. Every trial. Every sacrifice. Every impossible choice. Because we created something better than what existed before." He pulls me close, and we stand there watching Haven glow in the twilight. The city is powered by a combination of technologies and magic—crystal lights that never burn out, water systems maintained by con

Now, if only I could scare Ameline enough to make her slip up. Wishful thinking. School was just around the corner. Harvard, Liam, Shenka, classes. Maybe even getting to spend more time with Meira now that she was on the mend. Normalcy. Really? How mundane. I couldn't wait. End of Book Thirteen ###

Jason shouted at Alex. "Keep your voice low. Try raising it and I will cut your tongue!" Alex warned him. Cassandra gestured to her son to keep quiet. "24th March, year 2019! Hermes was in Athens, working in a bar. At 9 pm, two men entered the bar," Alex said and pointed his finger first at Nicholas and then at Jason, "to drink with a few of their friends. As usual, mocking off someone's profession and status is in their blood."

If this contract was broken, the price would be paid in blood. She felt no relief when the deal was done. Only more well concealed fear and anxiety. Amberleigh couldn’t help but think the enemy of my enemy was not a friend. It was rather another fucking enemy! And they seemed to be closing in indeed because Grayson had just laid out the fucking welcome mat. Chapter 45

I decided to move forward anyway. The smell of suffocation lingered in the air almost driving me away from the place. Yet, we slowly made our way inside. I observed Lisa as she confidently strode in like she owned the place. I trailed behind her while she waved at different people and finally took a halt at a spot. "You seem to know a lot of people here", I said, spotting her doing a weird eye thing to someone, followed by a wave. " I sure do. This is how you survive when you're one of the only girls in the kind of work we do, Haven.", she said, reminding me of Aiden with her mysterious words.

“Soon this will spread here, to the tribal lands, and there will be nothing you can do about it, Firestone pet.” I narrow my eyes at him. “What will spread?” His green eyes blaze. “They have the book.” My stomach hollows out. I know what he means. He can only mean one thing. “No,” I say. “Did you–” I think back to the battle with the Navvan warriors. Hardan killed his own father and brothers. He killed most of the elders. Navvan was the resting place of the Book of Whispers, but only a few people knew. My father knew, because he’s our patriarch. Hardan’s father was the patriarch of Navvan, and it was his duty to keep the Book of Whispers guarded and kept under a veil of secrecy.

Vane turned back to me, extending a hand toward me across the desk. "Look out the window, Maya," Vane said, gesturing toward the burning city below. "These people are chaos. They are destructive, irrational, and weak. Without structure, without a strong hand to guide them, they will tear themselves apart. I built Oakhaven to save humanity from its own worst impulses." "You built a cage!" I shouted, wiping a tear from my cheek as anger began to replace my shock. "You took away their freedom! You wiped their memories and turned them into slaves!"

Something new and stronger had grown. When Hannah Vane stepped out of the carriage she felt the earth beneath her feet. It was soft and real. It was not the marble of the Tower. She looked up at the stars. They did not look like jewels. They looked like lanterns guiding her home. Hannah Vane felt like she was finally home. The journey was not about duty. It was about finding peace. The valley had found its peace. Now it was offering her a chance to find hers. Hannah Vane looked up at the stars. Felt a sense of hope. She walked towards the porch where a soft light was waiting.

The books were a revelation. Jasmine traced the leather scrollwork on a book’s blood red cover, admiring the craftsmanship. The gilt edges of the pages and the gold title winked in her reading light. The Haunt were a people who took pride in their literature and wrote even their histories with passion. No bloodless recitals of bare facts here. She scooted down against her raised pillows, seeking a more comfortable position. It was after midnight, but her mind was too seduced by the glory of Haunt history to give in to slumber. The first book she’d read had barely mentioned charmers, but this one seemed more promising.

“But why do you need this book right now?” “Lennox said…” Wesley paused and sighed. “Look, Haven, you know it doesn’t matter to me. What you are. Not in the least. I don’t care if you’re a human or an alien or whatever. It doesn’t make a difference in how I feel about you. But he implied that you are something more, something special, something to do with this book. And if that is true, then we need to know.” I swallowed and nodded. “Okay,” I said with a small shrug. “What did he imply? What did he say?”