Hiraeth Book Novels & Stories

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.

Elixir’s POV The moment I spoke the name—Fyrithan—the fire turned Not just in color, but in intent The violet hue wasn’t soft. It wasn’t light. It was dense, hot like molten metal, spinning in on itself in a slow, deliberate spiral that made the entire grove go silent And then came the voice Not in my ears In the air itself She has chosen. Three words That’s all it took The ridge beneath our feet pulsed once Hard And something woke far beneath the surface of the land

The flames dance before us, casting flickering shadows on our faces, reminding us of the beauty that can arise from the darkest of times. In this circle of love, trust, and unwavering support, we find solace and strength. No matter what life throws our way, we know we can count on each other to lend a listening ear, offer guidance, and provide a shoulder to lean on. As the night comes to a close, we gather our things, the embers of the bonfire fading away. We exchange hugs, feeling the warmth of our connection radiate through our embrace. Walking back to the house, hand in hand with Sarah and Ruth, I am filled with a profound sense of contentment.

Dawn crept over the valley like a slow breath, the first light catching the standing stones and painting them in shades of rose and gold. Lira remained at the center of the circle, her dark fur drinking in the warmth, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun was beginning its climb. She had not slept again after the dream. She had not wanted to. The memories Ronan had given her — his sister Eira, his years with Clara, his centuries of waiting — were still settling into her mind, finding their places among her own recollections like stones dropped into still water.

Fuck! "Harriet," I whispered, grabbing her face with both my hands and angled it towards me. Her eyelids were heavy, making it harder for her to look at me. She was tired and hurt and cold. What the fuck did they do to her? Blood rushed down her mouth and tear stains marked her cheeks. I tugged a lock of her hair behind her ear and called her name again. But she was far from conscious. If my gut feeling was right, she lost too much blood to function. She was dehydrated and lost a lot of weight desp[ite only being kidnapped for a few days. I'm scared that if we wasted more time she wouldn't be able to make it.

A fierce heiress with wildfire in her lungs and a family she’d burn legacies to protect. When fate throws them back together, love and vengeance go hand in hand. Follow me on I*G: @author.kavira There, you can: *Claim your “Hiraeth Heart” batch. *Monthly giveaways (ongoing) *Get sneak peeks, exclusive art, and book merch My world is just beginning, and I want you right there with me. You’re not just readers. You’re my Hiraeth Hearts. And this is our story. Page by page. Ache by ache. Heart by heart.

Kai took one look at Elias collapsed on the floor, the swirling shadows in the air, and deadpanned, “Did we miss the apocalypse or is this a Tuesday thing?” Lucian stepped forward. “We found something. About Elias.” Dorian’s gaze dropped to the book. “That thing reeks of ancient death.” “Yeah,” Lucian muttered. “It tried to strangle Elias.” Kairis gestured to the book without emotion. “We believe Nihareth is awakening through a vessel.” Kai raised an eyebrow. “And Nihareth is...?” “A Pre-God,” Elias answered, steadying himself as he stood. “Something older than any realm. The book reacted to me. Showed me fire. A city, destroyed. And him.”

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

EVELARA I gazed at the book before me. Stunned and somewhat nervous. All this while I was thinking of finding some mention of this name somewhere, or perhaps a chapter, but I didn't expect to find an entire book out of it. LUNAREETH— the name was written above bold and big with ancient golden inks. The brown leather of the book had turned into ash due to dust. The leather itself had turned edgy and sharp. Seems the book is sitting here for centuries long…