Novel Hall Novels & Stories

After a brief hesitation, they followed. The corridor widened into a massive chamber. Althea stopped. So did Lucien. The room was enormous. Larger than any hall she had ever seen. Ancient pillars rose into darkness. Silver fire burned inside floating braziers. And covering the walls were thousands of names. Carved into stone. Thousands. Perhaps tens of thousands. The sight stole her breath. "What is this?" Lyra's expression softened. "The Hall of Remembered." She walked toward the nearest wall. Her fingers brushed across ancient carvings.

When the door swings open, Hallen is glaring at us with his red eyes. “Do you know how annoying it is to be interrupted?” “Hallen, I would like to speak with you in private.” “And why should I do such a thing?” “I think it is in our best interests!” Hallen looks over my shoulder. “Very well. I guess I need to feed you anyway. Can’t have my dearest love fading away because you die.” His cold hand grasps my elbow and I use the chance to get inside his head, but it was empty. Just a black abyss.

The ceiling must be domed. “What do you mean?” I ask, still not understanding the strange things he is saying, But Nicoli is more focused on our surroundings. He is looking about as if trying to find something in particular. This hall is different from the ones I’ve seen so far. It's not just the ceiling but the things kept within. We are passing half-covered statues. And this hall is cleaner. There are no empty bottles, and the dust is not thick. “Did you...did you come to see me before?” I ask while still working out the strange puzzle. But when could that be? I recall only seeing him use the hall this morning.

For a brief second guilt poked at her. Then curiosity won. She slipped into the hallway. The fortress was quieter in this section. Most wolves seemed busy elsewhere. Perfect. Nova wandered through corridor after corridor with absolutely no destination in mind. A dangerous hobby. A very Nova hobby. Eventually she found a staircase. Naturally she climbed it. Then another. And another. Soon she found herself completely lost. “Fantastic.” Nova stared at three identical hallways. “Not even twenty minutes.” A door suddenly opened nearby. Nova jumped. An older wolf carrying a stack of books blinked at her.

Hall and his daughter. He was Peter Hughes, Mr Hall’s employee who served as head of innovation. Peter Hall is an engineer who holds a doctorate and handles every innovation at Hall Enterprise. Currently, Hall Enterprise intends to prepare a tablet communicator that is intended for minors. They equipped the communicator tablet made by Hall Enterprise with software that supports their learning program. Yesterday, Peter Hughes suddenly received word from Mr. Hall that someone would examine his findings before they were released to the public. Initially, this man did not mind the orders given by the Hall Master.

“Come on! Let’s go right now, Nova! We are running really late, and the judges are already taking their places.” Nova let out a soft, happy giggle, then she nodded quickly. They both grabbed their items and began to walk out of the room, moving fast down the long hotel corridors. When they finally arrived at the grand hall, Nova’s breath was completely taken away. The hall was already very big, incredibly spacious, and completely grand. Giant crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a brilliant, sparkling light over the entire room. Hundreds of luxury seats had been arranged in neat rows, and lots of audience members were already seated, filling the space with loud, excited ch

By the fourth day of Draevor Kaine’s continued residence, Halrem had come to one deeply unpleasant conclusion. Avoiding him was impossible. This realization offended her on multiple levels. Silverhall contained more than three hundred rooms, seven courtyards, four formal gardens, two libraries, one observatory, three state halls, and an entire western wing reserved for her private scholarly work. It was an architectural monument built specifically to allow an empress space from humanity. Yet somehow the northern emperor had developed an uncanny instinct for appearing in whichever location she occupied, often with the timing of an omen and the persistence of an unpaid debt.

“You said this place chose her.” “It did.” “Then choose someone else.” The old man looked at him sadly. “The Hall has never made a mistake.” ⸻ Claire stepped toward the center of the room. “The Hall isn’t imprisoning her.” “It’s testing her.” Gabriel frowned. “How do you know?” Claire smiled faintly. “Because Daniel told me.” She reached into the missing journal she still carried and carefully unfolded a loose page hidden inside the cover. It was a sketch. A circular chamber.

Elior turned to the Hall. A deep, echoing sound, like a heartbeat, resonated from within. The torches inside flickered violently, their light barely holding against the creeping darkness. “We don’t have a choice,” Elior said, voice grim. “We have to go in.” One by one, they stepped inside. The Hall of Kings was vast, its towering stone pillars carved with the names of rulers long gone. At its center lay the great altar, a relic of the past where the first king had once stood.

He eventually stopped at a heavy wooden door. “This is it.” He knocked softly. “Come on in,” a raspy voice drifted from inside. I squeezed Novel’s hand. She looked at me, searching for strength, and I gave her a firm nod. The room smelled of sweet lavender and old parchment. The walls were covered in ancient, jagged script. While I looked around for the occupant, Novel moved as if in a trance toward a specific section of the wall. Her fingers traced the carvings. “It would happen... a human will stop the return of The Myths,” she read aloud.