Hiraeth Book Novels & Stories

Emily’s Point of View For years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.

The Heartfire still burned at its center, and within it, she sometimes saw shapes — Lyra’s laughter, Kaenor’s gaze, the shadow of Arianne singing by the river. They never spoke aloud, but she felt them watching. Guiding. She would sit by the flame for hours, writing softly in an old book — her memories, her doubts, her hopes. On the cover, she carved one word: Remembrance. That book would later become the first text of the new world — not a scripture, but a conversation. --- The Golden Horizon Years passed.

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

Aedan The silence of the Bloodline Archive seemed almost alive as it wrapped around us, swallowing the muffled echoes of our footsteps on stone. The cold, bluish flames of enchanted torches cast long shadows across the endless shelves, where centuries of secrets lay bound in dust and leather. I could feel the place watching, as if every scroll and seal held whispers of the past, patiently waiting for someone to speak them back into the world. Nyra walked beside me, her steps light, but every movement taut with tension. In her eyes flickered both fear and curiosity as her fingertips trailed over the bindings. The air itself seemed to stir around her—the archive responded, as if it recognized

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

She was waiting for her to fall and her body to collapse. But what she expected didn't happen because she felt she was still floating in the air. It was as if, she had slowly reached the chin. Is our precipice too high? Why didn't she still feel him hit the ground or the rocks at all.

Alysia felt something pull her hair away. "You're a woman! How many times can I tell you! Your misfortune won't work here! You don't have anything to be proud of me anymore, you're now hitting the ground! If I'm you, Reduce your courage! Try to be kind, huh? " Sheilla said angrily. She pulled out her hair.

Till the next story! SEQUENCE OF DESTINED SERIES #1 Alpha Queen’s Destined Hybrid #2 Alpha Twin’s Rogue Mate #3 Alpha King’s Damsel in Distress That’s all! Truly yours, Hiraeth Faith (marshmallowssprinkle)

I asked one after another. She chuckled. "I'm, uhm, Hiraeth. Hiraeth Vergara." She extended her hand in front of me. I looked at her before shaking her hand. "Hi, Hiraeth." She smiled. "Uhm, I didn't know that you're here. I was told at the reception that one of my roommates left and someone else took his place right away. So, uhm, yeah, I'm your roommate," she said awkwardly.