Novel & Cerita Hiraeth Book

They saw the division, the hiding of the books, the building of the labyrinth to guard what remained. It wasn’t just a story. It felt like a memory, passing through them both warm and bright, then heavy and sad, then sharp with anger and longing. When the vision faded and they were back on the ridge, the air felt different, charged, as if the very earth had breathed out. Elara closed the book slowly, her hands trembling just slightly. She looked at Kael, and saw the same mix of emotions in his face wonder, sorrow, and a new, sharp understanding.

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

ULRIC'S POINT OF VIEW It was just a normal day for them until the newly designated Phylax, Shiloh, and the Voithos, Kendra, came. But the wind changes as a black envelope was handed to me by one of my pack. If Hira was hair-raising when she was looking at her frozen books, now she is petrifying. The atmosphere suffocating, and with one wrong move, she'll be enraged. To a point that no one could even look at her right now for her mere presence is intimidating.

And underneath that— Something older. A memory. --- Elira stepped closer, and the Rift responded. Suddenly, her vision split. She was standing in a black sky. Stars raged like storms above her. A vast hall stretched into forever—pillars of crystal and bone, lit by a molten river of light. At the center: a throne of silence. And on it, a figure cloaked in robes woven from dusk. Eyes like twin eclipses opened—and looked straight at her. > You have returned.

he added. "Hyun, it's because that's what made the story realistic. It's not for dramatic reasons. There's really no happy ending," she finally gave her answer. Cela closed her laptop right after the call with Hyun. It's been two months since she was asked to write another book that would complete a trilogy and would eventually be made into a three-part special on TV. It all began there. She thought it was a sign to look for Nate because finally, there was a logical reason to do so. The search for him in the last couple of months made her complete the last book by creating fictional events that had references to real events and combining them altogether.

Her skin was marred with needle scars. The caption read: [Blood may be thicker than water, but it’s not stronger than some people’s ruthlessness. I don’t want to be an older sister again in my next life.] Tears fell from my eyes. They streamed down my face and mixed with my snot. ‘I’m sorry, Rachelle. Let me be the older sister in our next lives,’ I thought. By the third day in the underground room, I had lost track of whether it was day or night.

The Book of Sundering—untouched for four millennia—bled ink and began to hum. Even the Fates, who once cut destinies like thread, faltered. Their hands shook. Because something had returned that should not have. A flame never meant to walk again. A throne never meant to be claimed again. A name never meant to be remembered. My gaze shifted south—toward the Hollow’s edge, toward scorched roots and the ruin of forgotten gods. I saw it. Not with mortal sight, but with that terrible sense only immortals possess. Aetheria was being rewritten.

Golden light fell in a perfect circle, catching her small, trembling hands as she opened the final page. It was blank. But not empty. The book did not speak in words alone. It breathed. As her fingers brushed the parchment, images flickered in the air—images so vivid she felt she might step into them. She saw Elara standing beneath a sky torn by thunder and fire, hair loose, eyes wide with defiance and hope, her hands always empty, always open. She saw Kael, tall and silent, his presence steady as a tree in storm, a gentle shadow at Elara’s side.

(Hirre's POV) ~In the next day~ the Tyranny Pack. "Hirre, what's now? Did you find something you needed?" Sandra, my cousin asked as she sat beside me. We were almost two hours in the massive Library but I only read a forbidden book about magic. "Yeah. This Book of Morgue matched the things that Doctor Zahard said to me." I said while continuing to read the contents. "So what did you find out?" Sandra added as she looked at me, waiting for me to reply.

“Yes. I failed.” They removed the hood slowly, revealing tangled silver hair and skin etched with jagged scars that weren’t from battle—they were ritualistic. A language of pain written in flesh. “I am called Ireth, once Seer of the Grey Hollow,” they said. “Long before the Terrell forest was known as WildWood. Before your people gave it names. The spiral was already turning, Clara Yanuwah. We merely tried to slow it.” Ashani moved subtly closer, ready in case things turned. But Clara lifted a hand. “Why now?”