Hiraeth Novel Novels & Stories

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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 asked one after another. She chuckled. "I'm, uhm, Hiraeth. Hiraeth Vergara." She extended her hand in front of me. I looked at her before shaking her hand. "Hi, Hiraeth." She smiled. "Uhm, I didn't know that you're here. I was told at the reception that one of my roommates left and someone else took his place right away. So, uhm, yeah, I'm your roommate," she said awkwardly.

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. *************************************************************************************

A skull thudded against the cobblestones with a thunk. And in that moment, the room divided. Some bent their heads to Perfera. Others stood rigid, eyes ice-cold, hands drifting towards weapons. The division had been created. And Miyal—Miyal sat unmoving among them, a crown upon his head and a storm raging beneath his skin. A prisoner in his own realm. THE FALL OF YURETH VILLAGE – SCREAMING HELL Night was meant to be silent. But tonight, it screamed. The skies rent asunder, raining crimson ash like rain upon Yureth rooftops, the southernmost village of the Crescent Silver Moon pack. Where harvest hymns and peace had once whispered beneath starry skies, now there was the shriek of the damned.

_ #Last Entry I flip open through the rest of the page and realize that there are no newer entries save for the flower sketches that seemed to run from the beginning to the very last page. Mother used to say, clues are found in the middle of parables, they are found where you least expect them. My head seems to be in a whirling tornado as I try to process what I have just read. Someone is out there killing innocent Lycans and according to the book, it all dates back to a forbidden love story and somehow I, Lilac Hirav-Aspen, have been roped into all of this. Who said a human cannot fit into the supernal? They were certainly right.

Chapter 41 LYRA'S POV Helena walked away to attend to Raven's mysterious request, I found myself standing alone in the corridor. The echoes of our secrets lingered, and the weight of the unknown bore down on me. I took a deep breath, exhaling the tension that seemed to wrap around me like a suffocating shroud. Walking back home, through the Palace grounds, felt like a journey through a landscape fraught with hidden dangers. The moon cast long shadows, and the night air carried whispers of uncertainty. My thoughts swirled with questions about what Raven had whispered to Helena and the enigmatic calmness of Alpha Gray.

“Ah, yes, sorry, light hurricane ate the tram. Gorgeous, though.” Peace again, the precarious version. Do not be fooled by pretty balance. It is always one insult, one ambition, one night too long without sleep away from surrendering to gravity. By the time our story begins, Nytherra is a painting you could fall into if you’re not careful. Skyscrapers ribbed with runes. Airships purring like cats along the sky’s spine. Street markets at midnight with lanterns dripping color and vendors calling out spells in prices: “Three charms for a coin, honey, a fourth if you smile like you mean it.” A wolf boy on a balcony with his elbows on the railing, staring at a moon that keeps staring back. A fae

Chapter 25 Third POV Elara reveled in the hazy remnants of her fond memories, lingering on the comforting images from the village—the farmers’ market, the warm smiles exchanged over fresh produce, the laughter of children in the square. It was a fleeting moment of solace, a time when life was simpler and unburdened. But as she sank deeper into her slumber, those happy images began to fade, replaced by a chilling void.

She felt something was off about him but she couldn't quite pinpoint it “Where are you headed?” he asked. *** Lyra and Jasper sat in silence, eating raspberry and white chocolate cupcakes. Jasper had walked Lyra to Tyler’s corner. Unfortunately, he wasn’t there. Jasper had offered to follow Lyra to the coffee shop. “What pack are you from?” Jasper asked, breaking the silence. “Umm..” Lyra said choking on her food. “Dark hills pack” she lied through her teeth. “what about you?” “Salem pack” he muttered looking away from her.