Hiraeth Book Novels & Stories

Aesthelia mumbled when that crossed her mind. Merideth looked down, ashamed. "Help us. I will trust you with my life online," Aesthelia said. In a desperate measure, there is no time for her to hesitate. Merideth nodded, the determination evident in her face. She handed her black cloak that's filled with her scent, and another extra for Elliot. "I actually found the book. I never paid any attention to it until the moment I did. I realize the events were happening, "Meredith started a new topic because she thinks it is important information." That book is strange. It feels like someone traveled back in time and wrote that.

_ #Last Entry I flip open through the rest of the page and realize that there are no newer entries save for the flower sketches that seemed to run from the beginning to the very last page. Mother used to say, clues are found in the middle of parables, they are found where you least expect them. My head seems to be in a whirling tornado as I try to process what I have just read. Someone is out there killing innocent Lycans and according to the book, it all dates back to a forbidden love story and somehow I, Lilac Hirav-Aspen, have been roped into all of this. Who said a human cannot fit into the supernal? They were certainly right.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

She hadn’t been mingling with us much lately, probably avoiding me and Edina both—for different reasons. “Hey,” she said suddenly, eyes flicking to Caelora. “I found what you were looking for.” Caelora’s entire posture straightened. “You did? Where?” Lira produced a leather-bound book from behind her back, worn and ancient, its edges gilded in silver. “It’s called The Aether Bond.” That name made my chest go tight. I stepped closer without even thinking. “What is that?” “It’s… a theory,” Caelora said, taking the book like it was holy. She flipped through the pages with careful fingers, scanning the faded script. “It explains how an Aether-bearer can deepen their bond with the source magic. M

Elian said, and there was a certainty in it, as if the book was already germinating somewhere just behind his eyes. They continued through the Welsh May, and the green was everything green could possibly be, a kind of violent generosity of life. Sheep dotted the slopes, careless and small against the ancient hills. Streams cut silver threads through the valleys, and the clouds seemed to lean down to watch their progress. Ahead, Cardiff waited, in its mixture of stone and water and the smell of the bay. The wisteria on the south wall would be doing its first year’s root work, hidden but persistent. The future was out there, not waiting, but assembling itself piece by piece — conversation by c

Myrra read aloud: “When ash forgets flame, and flame forgets sky, The buried hunger shall open its eye. Blood of healer, bound to scale, Shall wake the shadow or let it fail.” Silence fell. Elara’s breath caught. “Blood of healer…” Myrra nodded. “You.” Verath’s voice turned dangerous. “Explain.”

"I could see it in your eyes that you were desperate to find the real killer." "Thank you, Detective Taylor." One month later, Aidan was executed. He died in prison. I submitted my resignation to Ravenshire State Medical Center. Then I returned to Ashford Hollow, held a funeral for Aidan, and buried his ashes. After I went back to Ravenshire, I threw everything in my house that belonged to my mother into the trash. Once everything was cleared out, I sold the house. Then I left the country and began a new life. The following spring, I received an email from Detective Taylor. Attached was a letter my mother had written in prison. Her handwriting was neater than I expected.

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

Chapter 1 Dawn Ellery's point of view The neon sign outside my window flickers with the persistence of a dying star, painting my skin in sickly green pulses that match the throbbing in my temples. Room 13 — because the universe isn't subtle with its omens. I press my fingertips against the lipstick-marked mirror, feeling the static electricity spark between glass and skin. Three days in Vegas, and all I have to show for it is this cigarette-stained coffin of a motel room and the terrifying knowledge that something inside me is very, very wrong.

"The dead are gone, Your Highness. You must take care of yourself. Though the prince consort and the young lord have passed, this great residence still needs you to hold it together." Mother's eyes lost focus. She smiled bitterly. "What residence? Gideon and Eli are gone. What use do I have for such a large estate alone?" Her face turned ashen. She clutched her head, drowning in guilt and collapse. Only when the physician began packing his things did Mother's gaze land on the bloodstains on the floor. Her voice came out hoarse. "Doctor Harlow, your skill is known throughout the army. Why have you returned to the capital?"