Hiraeth Sentence Novels & Stories

~~~ IN THE HOLLOW — LUCIEN’S POV: The wind howls like a beast through the trees. It’s darker now and feels thicker. The Hollow has started folding in on itself, fraying at the edges like a dying dream. And in the middle of it, I am standing on a cliff of fractured glass and bone. Elira is gone. She hasn’t returned since I said Rhea’s name. Since the Hollow itself shook and spat her back into the shadows. Something inside her snapped when I remembered. Something inside me is still snapping. I don’t know what I am anymore or what I'm doing for that matter.

A silence fell, too complete. The shadows deepened, folding into themselves. Something ancient stepped through the blackened archway. The torches on the walls flared and died, plunging us into a dim, red-lit glow from the pendant. Veyrith. "You people are seriously wasting my time. Why won't you just die? It's a lot easier to die." "We never take the easy way out." Lira said. "Oh the child speaks. It's going to feel very good when I rip out your tongue."

Then he stopped, tapping the end of the quill once against the paper before reading what he wrote aloud, his voice low, almost melodic: “Zarien althe ma'lori, Vethra nu'kai samoré. Riven da’keth solthira, Liora vael thimoré.” The strange words echoed through the clearing, almost humming in the air around them. Liora felt goosebumps rise on her arms without knowing why. She stared at him. “What does it mean?” Erezhul smiled, looking down at the page again, then up at her. “In your language that you speak, it means:

My vision swam for a moment, future and past blurring in my mind like mist curling in an open grave. I thought of Ruarc’s loyalty. Calyx’s hunger. Eirseth’s silence. Miren’s softness. All of them waiting, all of them carrying truths they couldn’t name. “If I don’t come back,” I whispered, “I’m sorry.” Not to them. Not to anyone in particular. But to this. This strange and sacred ache we’d all made together. Then I took the herbs. And I returned to her body.

“Buried me. And still, I rose.” “I buried the darkness,” Selene said. “You were already dead inside.” Liraith’s voice was sweet venom. “And now you’re the queen of broken stars and half-breed heirs. How charming.” Selene’s eyes flared. “Say their names again. I dare you.” --- The forest trembled around them. Vines thick as serpents slithered from the ground. Liraith lifted her arms. “Do you know why I returned?” she said. “Not for vengeance. Not for justice.”

But it was Zara who heard the clearest—because the voice came from her daughter, and the language curled like a memory she hadn’t lived. "Dreamwalking," Ruby whispered, kneeling beside the child’s cradle one moonless night. "That’s what the old seers called it. When a child walks through minds instead of hallways." Elira lay still, eyes closed, tiny fingers curled around the silk thread of her blanket. Her mouth moved. "Etari-vos lunas kael. Tenebrum renox." Zara stiffened. The second phrase—she knew it. Or part of it. She stepped forward slowly. "That last word... 'renox'. That’s from the Balance texts. It means... remembrance."

said Chelsea trying to climb up on her feet " Poor child , do you even know what your heart desires ? I have seen you locking your feelings throwing them as if they didn't mattered to you when they clearly did " said Etah his voice heavy with disappointment " My wife Iris , for pursuing her love for me suffered for years , she even went down through the sufferings of the dark realm and yet she stood by my side never complaining for the pain I have put her through , tell me my dear - what have you done for your love that gives you the right to hate him so much ?"

But it was when she sighted her mother that she could finally speak- "Mother" She whispered whilst Rafael ran in for a hug, leaving both her father and her at the door. * The most beautiful word in the world was this. Hiraeth. A welsh word, i read had translated into the deep longing for home. It was a two syllabic word that captured all the nostalgia i had felt, waking up to the sun amidst its early rising. I scrolled through my phone, from which i read the word of the day. I rarely did that.

She sneers, tugging my curls down to the point where it hurts. "Ow!" My hand shoots out, grabbing her wrist, all of my confidence vanishing at once. "Pathetic." She smiles sinisterly before walking out, her minions following right after her. I lock the door before I walk back to the mirror, tears trickling down my face as I look at my face and body. Fucking disgusting. Her words ring in my head. Pathetic. That's what you are, Iris. Pathetic. I put on the tap and scrub on my face harshly.