Hiraeth Book Novels & Stories

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.

James listened silently to him. Hirah waved his hand, and a golden book that emitted a dazzling golden light appeared before him. “This is the Chaos Sacred Art.” Hirah looked at the golden book and said solemnly, “Wyot, you have a Thousand Paths Holy Body and can cultivate all Paths of heaven and earth, which is the perfect physique for cultivating the Chaos Sacred Art. You have much more potential than I ever did.

(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?”

A way in. I leaned over the book, eyes narrowing with focus. “Alright,” I murmured to the empty room. “Let’s see what you’re hiding.” Because Raiden had suffered long enough. And if there was even the smallest chance—one thread of hope buried in ink and dust—I intended to find it. The book did not fight me at first. Its pages turned easily beneath my fingers, ink faded but stubborn, as though the words wanted to be read again. I skimmed through chapters I already knew—basic spellcraft, blood rites, protection circles—until my eyes caught on a heading etched darker than the rest.

Stairs moan under his feet in the decrepit building they brought me to. Every creak up the crumbling steps echoes out like a warning, but he never slows. His hold on me never wavers, cradling me like I might fall apart. Though, the jokes on him because I already have. With the shattering of my cocoon, my magic has all but disappeared on me, hidden beneath the exhaustion. And now here I am, in the arms of a man who feels an awful lot like Rhett, though I refuse to look too deeply at that connection right now, yet he walks me deeper into my own personal hell.

Their silver-blue ember glowed in the central brazier, a promise that truth and love endure beyond every trial. Author’s Note Eternal Embers was inspired by my fascination with hidden societies, the power of choice, and the alchemy of art. I hope Isabelle’s sketches and Alexander’s courage encourage you to discover then rekindle the embers within your own story. .

She crawled toward the drawer where she kept her belongings, still sobbing from the pain that felt increasingly inhuman. Eira’s hands frantically rummaged through the contents of the drawer until she finally found what she was looking for. A book titled “The End of Hanahaki,” which she had once received from someone. “How long?” she muttered to herself as she turned each page of the book. His hand stopped right on a page of the book. ‘The fate of those afflicted with hanahaki is determined by the person to whom you have given your soul. Your life and death depend on that person.’

“I believe this is the place you are looking for. When I was child, I never really liked dolls as well. Instead, I buried myself under this very place. I hope you will love it as well as I did.” When she walked away from me, I quickly opened the big door and was eager to look for whatever was inside the room. I was greeted with piles of books and chandeliers that looked far more majestic than any place I’ve ever been in. It was a big and old library. I hastily rushed to one of the humongous shelves and ran my fingers across the thick paper that was embedded on each cover of a book. The aroma of sweet and musky old books were lingering inside my nose, building a rush of adrenaline in me. Befo

Kira pursed her lips before she continue, "He start to control everything and everyone that's around me. He checked all of their background and will threaten them if there's something that he didn't like. I've lost so many friends, and no boys dare enough to ask me out because of him but I didn't mind it that much, at least not anymore. But then last February he gave me this proposal about merging his company, basically telling me I had to marry Mathias Crown. I finally realize that this can't keep going on so I refuse. I tried to reason it out and he wouldn't see it. He couldn't understand my judgement so I left, now I only have Reena." "There's a lot of people that cares about you, Kira" h