Hiraeth Book Novels & Stories

Mommy and Daddy were dead. Cobra might be dead. Tyron might be dead. I was tired. So tired of running. Maybe if I died, I would see them again. That thought made me feel sad but happy. I opened my mouth and swallowed the liquid on purpose. It burned down my throat like hot pepper. My eyes watered. My chest felt tight. The world started moving strangely. The trees leaned sideways. The red glow stretched into a long line. The men’s voices sounded far away, like they were underwater.

She chuckles to herself, and he glares at her. Vali was reading another book aloud, ‘Childhood Memories’ by Ion Creangă. It wasn’t overly interesting as plots go, a memoir of sorts, but apparently it was considered a good book by a lot of people. They hadn’t gotten that far into it yet, maybe it gets more interesting later on. Seth seems annoyed at Vali being accepted company and him not. She finishes eating and lays down, closing her eyes to listen to Vali’s soothing voice. Seth storms off after a while.

“It took you weeks to figure that out?” He straightened, half-defensive. “I was processing.” She dropped her head onto his shoulder. He looped his arm around her, and they stood quietly while the gold outside faded into soft blue. Lihua remembered the girl she’d been at the start. The fire, the cave, the climb—an entire year wrestling with herself; politics, secrets, the ceremony, all the jagged in-betweens. Nothing was easy, but it all meant something. She’d thought that old well inside her was dried up for good, but it turned out there was water running underneath, just waiting for the right time, the right person to draw it up. Someone stubborn. Someone who could believe when there was on

But this time she had decided to visit her hometown. Hailey waved her hand for the last time with David and leaned on his shoulder while looking at Iris's retreating figure. "I am going to miss her," Hailey mumbled. "Me too." David agreed and decided to leave the airport only when the flight would take off. Iris settled herself near the window seat. The sky was still dark as if the clouds were angry for some reason. She knew her journey would be long so she chose to open the book Brida by Paulo Coelho to read.

But it bothered me, more than it should. I used to shrug and laugh my curse off ever since I reached twenty years old. And it’s already the 1800 centuries and I never felt close to death, not ever. I never once felt threatened, not with the power I have. I am a powerful werewolf, a witch… and a vampire. I was feared, and no one ever came close. But what the red-haired told me struck me. She had no regrets. Regrets. Will I have no regrets if I don’t find my heart’s content? Will I be satisfied with immortality?

I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts. I took it off the shelf and looked back at Ashton who was now holding Jack in his hands. I went to the till and paid for the book. We then went out of the shop and headed to the car park. When we got to the car park, I got in and took Jack from Ashton to remove him from the cover and place him back on the stand. It was around 5:30 pm so we still had some time before heading home. Ashton read that from my mind and then he went around the car, got in and sat on the seat next to mine.

Heian said, pertained to the warriors using sand magic. “There was no available information from Ebryae,” Blythe sighed, “We are grateful the winter city of the Empire remains untouched. Esdras’ power has not reached there yet.” Airoh nodded. He also reported their findings in Cerrathien. They experienced the same dilemma, killing few Soul Stealers to advance. “I think I know where the queen is, although I’m not sure yet. But I bet this is the thing Zenus tried to uncover.” Harewyn said.

I wasn’t expecting him to call straight away but I’m kind of excited he has. “Hi Jareth, sorry to bother you I didn’t expect you to call me back straight away.” I smile and he grins back at me “It is my pleasure Iris. I had a feeling you might contact me sooner rather than later after all we still have a lot talk about.” He sits grinning like a Cheshire cat and I can’t help but grin back. “So what is it you want to ask or talk to me about?” “Well I have my grandmother’s book, you called it a grimoire? I wondered how to get it open?”

I was running in a world so dark; so cold A world which felt like a prison A world voided of meaning and comfort A world that ran parallel to Terra Australis I was running in a world so eerie; so mysterious A world whose floor is nothing but stone filled with water that got deeper with every step A world that will snatch you of calm and reason A world that reflected true silence I was running in a world so dark; so desolate A world that kept secrets A world that covered its true purpose beneath its aquatic sheets A world that hid overwhelming power I was running in a world of pure darkness A hidden wonder of Terra Australis A world where I have become its god Solemn Reveries of Terra Austral

One in the desert. One in the snowfields. One in the sea cliffs beyond the Northern Wastes. Each one tended by a different keeper. Each one named after a gate. The world was no longer divided by fear or blood. It was bound by becoming. 6. A Letter from Elira One morning, I found a folded parchment tucked into my window garden. Elira’s handwriting. Ophelia, You taught me that silence can be sacred. That flame doesn’t have to roar to be powerful. That grief doesn’t end us it shapes us.