Hiraeth Sentence Novels & Stories

The bond returned to normal, but the echo of the wrongness lingered. Later, when Thane was teaching a group to track and Elira was alone in the hut with a sleeping Kieran, she made herself approach his cradle. She stood looking down at him, at the sweep of dark lashes against his cheek. As she watched, a faint, familiar coldness brushed against the edges of her senses. Not the bond’s warmth. It was a ghost of a feeling, a scent-memory of storm-blue eyes and a silent study filled with unsent letters. It was the shattered remnant of her connection to Kael.

The golden horizon shimmered faintly, its light steady but fragile, like a candle flickering in a storm. The world had been reborn or so it seemed but the scars of the Void lingered in the air, a heaviness that pressed down on Selene, Elyra, and Aelira. They stood in silence, their grief raw and unspoken, staring at the silver thread glowing softly against the sky. It was beautiful, almost serene, yet it carried an unbearable weight, a reminder of what they had lost.

It took her quite some time to realize what it was that she really felt and another moment of pondering why she sensed filth in her existence. Breathing heavily, she listened to the patter of the rain outside, dancing into the rhythm of the heaven’s emotion. In a way, it synchronized with the depth of her despair, fitting so perfectly well into the gap of her own puzzle. She thought it was imprudent of her not to heed its song, for in the tune it drummed to the surface laid the rest she always longed to grasp. With her mind still echoing the memory she most wanted to forget, Hera sat upright, just as a bolt of lightning flashed through the dampened horizon. It illuminated the entirety of her

Somewhere, far below, the old world screamed—and the new one waited, breathless. Elthara crawled to her knees, her breath ragged and shallow, her eyes blurred by tears she didn’t remember summoning. She clutched her chest where the Spiral pulsed, smaller now but alive, its rhythm syncing not with prophecy—but with her. The twin names still floated above the altar, flickering like dying stars. She stared at them. She had carried them so far, worn them so long. But now, they felt like ash on her tongue. She would not speak them. Not yet. Not like this.

The coldness of the floor only heightened the sense of loneliness during those agonizing moments, causing Eira to sob even harder. Her voice was almost gone. She could no longer even speak into her phone, which kept ringing with calls from Lucas. Eira didn’t want anyone to see how terrifying hanahaki was as it tried to pull her soul out of her body. There was one thing Eira realized most clearly from the pool of blood and the flower petals. Hanahaki was the very definition of painful beauty. “Cough… ugh…!” Eira’s body tensed every time she coughed—then went limp and helpless.

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.

Lyrien crashed onto the cold, damp stone floor, darkness enveloping him. The pungent scent of wolvesbane choked him. "Aria!" Lyrien bellowed, desperate. Only echoes replied. Then, a faint voice pierced the void. "Lyrien...is that you?" Erith's tremulous voice barely reached him. Lyrien's heart leapt. "Erith! Where are you?" "Near, I think," Erith replied. "Our cells seem adjacent."

As the strings of the harp vibrated, casting an ethereal glow, the answer seemed to lie within its melodies. Liora, her ears fine-tuned to the harp's melodies, whispered, "Listen closely. The harp's song isn't just a sound; it's a language." Ezra, closing his eyes to focus, responded, "It speaks of unity, of merging and balance. We need to play it, together." Mirrored Malachi laughed, "You think playing a tune will solve this?" Niamh, her eyes shimmering with determination, declared, "It's not about just playing it. It's about understanding it, feeling it. The harp reflects our innermost desires and fears. We need to synchronize with its resonance."

“That doesn’t mean I should have.” They sat together one morning, watching the sunrise. The Hollow felt warm, peaceful, complete. “Do you miss who you were before?” Serena asked her. Atheira was quiet for a long time. Then: “No. I miss not knowing how much I could lose.” Serena nodded. And didn’t ask anything more. Maeron’s Fate

“Yeah, he’s a DJ at this new club downtown. He’s playing tonight and he invited us.” “Nope, can't do!” Heira’s face pinched immediately. Bethy let out an exaggerated sigh. She placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her the most dramatic stare she could manage. “Sometimes, you just have to viver a vida, you know?” Heira blinked, unimpressed. She pushed Bethy’s hand away. “What does that even mean?” “It means to live life. I picked it up during my stay in Portugal.” She lifted her chin proudly.