Heart Of Etheria Novels & Stories

"My Mate is not up to you to judge." Ethan told Kael in a cold voice. "Clara is the one I chose. No matter who she is, she is my only Mate in this life. If you disrespect her again, you'll regret it." Kael clearly did not fear him. He let out a cold laugh. "Have you been bewitched by this human? Humans are fragile and selfish and do not deserve you!" Suddenly, Kael lunged at me with lightning speed

That I allowed him inside me. Beside him, close enough that their arms nearly touch, is a girl. Young. Goddess, she's young, with her hands wrapped around her belly in that particular way women carry a pregnancy they're afraid of losing. She's watching him the way I used to watch him - with weary terror. Tinkie. Trinity. Names for The Towers, no doubt. I can see the faint shimmer of Greyheart blood in her aura when I look for it. Thin as a thread, barely there, like one drop of ink in a bucket of water. It’s not enough to make a difference, but he used her anyway.

“The Council won’t stop. They’ll send the Shadow Division first, but if that fails, they’ll summon the High Seers. You don’t want to face them.” I swallowed. “Then tell me how to stop them.” Sylra’s expression turned grave. “You can’t. Not yet. The Heart’s power is incomplete.” My pulse quickened. “Incomplete?” “There are two Hearts,” she said. “Light and Shadow. You hold one. The other…” Her eyes flicked toward the mountain peaks. “Has already awakened.” Edward’s face hardened. “Where?” Sylra’s answer was barely a whisper. “In the east. In the ruins of Dareth.”

He pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down, his gaze never leaving her face as he settled in to keep vigil over his new mate. Esteria woke slowly, her mind emerging from the depths of unconsciousness. She blinked, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dim light of the room. Her body felt different—stronger, more vibrant than she remembered. As she inhaled deeply, she felt an unfamiliar sensation: her heart was beating again, but its rhythm was slow, deliberate, unlike the rapid pulse of a human heart.

“One of several I expect you have. And I have questions of my own, and then perhaps we should make room for civilized conversation and discuss the best course of action. She is practically my daughter. I raised her before you could learn about her connection with the heart while you just let her cry under this cursed barrier.” I looked at the statue holding the gem, trapping us in this realm even after death and noticed the vines wrapping it and overgrowth dissipating. The statue was like a throne where a woman sat down holding a cube in a majestic demeanour; she was definitely a woman but her clothes were of a man, with a drawing on her forehead in the signs of a star similar to the one I s

Malcolm placed my phone on the table, then wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin again in the hollow of my shoulder. "It's okay," he said. I froze. "W-what did you do to her?" "Nothing." He brushed his hand lightly over my hair, like he was calming me down. "I just let her hear something." "Hear what?" I pressed. He was quiet for a moment, as if choosing his words. "Some electrical current. And her own heartbeat, amplified a few hundred times." I pictured it in my head, and my chest tightened. No wonder she had screamed like that.

I said loiing at him "Not at all, now I understand why you said you are a singer" He said and I can't help but laugh sweetly. "We are sirens from the celestial kingdom Oceania," says Yrynhna calming my concerns, as if she could hear my fears in her mind. "We are of pure blood and our marine guards are already in the sea waiting for our signal to finish you off or erase your memory, because nobody can know about our species. Humans are safe now, and the mermaids, we are deeply gratefull to you, werewolf hunters."

“For Elyra.” The Abyss Heart’s core surges from crystal depths, claws of shadow slashing, eyes hollow voids, hum rattling bone. Its crystalline heart pulses, shadow-coils writhing within, screech splitting stone. Theryn’s vision deepens—Zynara binding a deeper cosmic entity, its form a void-wreathed star, runes sealing it. Their voice whispers, eyes bright. “It’s beyond the heart.” Kalia’s orb flares, aura steady, eyes distant, a vision seizing her—the Abyss Heart’s core, crystalline, tied to her orb, its light the key. “Aelys!” she gasps, fingers tightening, voice urgent. “It’s now!” I shield her, blade striking shadow-claws, sparks searing, Lena’s spark surging, hymn steady.

Finn told me. After a few chats with him, I came by the place where Princess Scarlette and Cordelia were. It looked like they were holding some pieces of bread as they noticed me approaching. Crordelia was the first one to wave to my direction. “Miss Revington!” Cordelia called on to me. “And what are you too doing?” I chuckled as I saw who they were giving the bread too. A grizzly brown bear with a friendly soft face sits right inside the fences as it chews on a piece of bread. Princess Scarlette then quickly flew a bread as the bear stretches its arms out to catch it that made me severely amazed.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.