Legacy Of The Nine Realms Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

"He's already started merging the realms, Carlos." Mariana's heart raced. "What do you mean, merging the realms?" Álvaro took a big breath. "Carlos has been working with the old relic for years. It wasn't just about power; it was about crossing the lines between worlds. The rift is what lets you open a door between this world and a long-lost realm where the strongest werewolves have been stuck for hundreds of years. Diego's jaw tightened. "Carlos plans to let loose a whole army of them."

"Alistair, ruler of the Underworld Kingdom, leader of the demons, powerful and invincible, but his most terrible gift is that he can resurrect dead demons. The only person who can defeat him is the so-called 'chosen one' of the sorceresses. If she succeeds, the Underworld will weaken and the other evil creatures will be left without defense, demons will not be able to return after being chased away by the sorceresses..." Selene's eyes widened in surprise. This dream, or rather a nightmare, was a kind of vision, a vision of what could happen to her if she fails the mission. The thought terrified Selene, so she immediately closed the Book of Magic with a bang and put it on the desk. Sitting on

" Joe asked from behind her. "It's a birthmark borne by children who were touched by a goddess from another realm," She said casually. "Wait, what?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I read about it in a book," She said. "What book?" Joe asked. Lydia stopped walking and took off her backpack. She opened it and took out a large book and handed it to Joe. "This book..." She said. The book was large and on the cover, it had the word "TROLEYADIA" on it in large font.

“Everything doesn’t seem right,” Jasper muttered to himself. He was sitting on the floor of a small room in what had once been his home—a single room with no windows or furniture but for a bed and table that he'd found in the basement. The place smelled like mold and mildew, though it hadn't always. It smelled like life, until everything went wrong. He was cold and angry; the only happiness he could think of was that of Lyra’s.

"This is the Realm of The Broken Stars. This is where all the mighty people from the river of time trained and honed their swords to the extreme." Danial froze, his brain barely registering what he had just heard. Realm of The Broken Stars? The river of time? His thoughts swirled in a mix of awe and disbelief. This place, barren and desolate, with crumbling dark structures scattered under a sky teeming with stars, was where legendary figures had trained. Ancient ruins lay half-buried in the ground—once proud monuments, now reduced to forgotten shadows. He could almost hear the echoes of their battles, whispering in the still air.

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

I am currently working on the Hidden Legacy Series. Book 1 has been recrafted to reflect my evolved style of writing. That has been published as a full paperback novel on A****n. I have recrafted Book 2, and it is currently being prepared for publication as a paperback novel. Book 2 has undergone some plot changes, including a title change, resulting in another shorter novel, The Moon's Exception. I am more than halfway through writing that, and it will sit between Book 2 and Book 3.

“The rest, I fake it.” I laughed. “That’s comforting.” The air got cooler as we moved toward the back. The books here looked older, the gold on their spines faded. “This section’s different,” he said, his voice dropping. “It’s about the Moon Goddess. The old stories. The real ones.” My eyes landed on one thick book. Sovereign Blood: The Unbroken Line. My hand pulled back before I even touched it. Lucian saw. “You know that word.” “Sovereign,” I whispered. The word felt too heavy for this quiet place. “It’s your rank.”