Hiraeth Novel 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

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.

The other one is sitting at his desk now, relaxed, watching me. "So," I say, looking between them. "Which one of you wants to tell me the wifi password first." Caelum blinks. "The what." "Never mind, I will figure it out." I sit on the edge of my bed and look around the room properly. "Okay, introductions. I am Iris. I have two eyes that do not match, I was kidnapped this morning, and I am currently being very mature about it. You are?" The quiet one almost smiles. Almost. "Ren," he says.

Without instruction. Just nature, doing what nature does when the right conditions finally exist. ______________ I originally intended for Zara to be possessed by morrha but while I was working on the novel, I realised Mira was a better option someone unexpected. thanks for staying with me through to the end of arc one. arc 2 resumes tomorrow. I apologise for only uploading one chapter today ARC ONE ENDS

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.”

“You lost?” one of the men asks, his head tilting to the side. A jagged scare runs from just under one eye, wrapping around to the tip of his mouth, and dread pools in my gut. Even having spent the last few months in exile, and the years before that on Faerie, everyone knows of Dane Marrik. The panther shifter whose shadow works as a mercenary group for the biggest and baddest. Rhett hasn’t left me alone for over a week… and now that he has? Even I don’t believe in that much of a coincidence.

Rhea’s body lifted slightly from the ground—as if unseen hands held her upright. Her white eyes rolled back slightly as visions poured through her mind. And through her… They saw it. Not with their own eyes. But through the eyes of a god. --- A desolate mountain range under a bleeding sky... Frozen ruins buried in ice… engraved with forgotten runes… Deserts full of cracked bones and shattered stone thrones… A cathedral sunken in black water… its towers still reaching for heaven from below… Chains. Broken chains. Altars. Blood carved into the earth centuries ago in the shape of a circle.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Rise of the Forsaken The old roots of Ironfang ran deep—twisting through stone and silence, deeper than most wolves ever dared to tread. Lyra followed Kira through the hidden passages beneath the capital’s underbelly, where forgotten oaths and abandoned bones whispered secrets in the dark. The tunnel opened into a vast cavern, lit only by veins of glowing fungi that clung to the walls like ancient scars. Wolves—dozens of them—lifted their heads as Lyra emerged from the shadows.

She pulled on his shirt and walked to the terrace, the cool morning air raising goosebumps on her bare legs. The city was waking up below. Cars moved like slow rivers of light. The skyline that had once felt full of promise now felt like a witness to her unraveling life. The video was still out there. The dossiers were multiplying. Her father was silent but see thing. Theo and Sophia were capitalizing on every weakness. And now Elias Crowe — a ghost from Damien’s past — was determined to drag them both down. Kira wrapped her arms around herself, fighting the tears that threatened to spill.

Chapter 4: Full Moon’s Claim The full moon hung heavy in the stormy sky like a watchful eye, casting silvery light through the attic windows of the old lodge. Elara stood by the dusty window, her braided hair falling over her shoulders, cream hoodie pulled tight against the chill that seeped through the cracks. Rain still whispered against the glass, blurring the pine forest beyond into soft, dreamy shapes. She felt like that young girl in the stories—reflective and uncertain under the cool blue glow of uncertainty—yet drawn toward something warmer, a golden pull she couldn’t resist. Her body hummed with the aftermath of stolen moments, a secret fire that made every breath feel heavier.