Pathfinder Tales Reading Order Novels & Stories

The once innocent lad is now at the ripe age of ten years old and for five years, learning and living under the headmaster’s world. Within the smallest of rooms and on the bottom floor rest a space that has been lived in for nearly five years. There are two cots on opposite ends of the squared-off chamber and on each end right by the beds are a pair of twin desks. These davenports have been through endless generations of usages it seems. The top of the wooden surface has tally marks and names carved inside the framework. By the looks of it, a knife did most of the work. Its legs are thick and provide a foundation for the four legs to hold up the endless weight of others' subsequent life duri

The name landed in the room like something dropped from a height. "He'll know you're coming," Drake continued, his voice quieter now, more deliberate. "The moment you step into the Neverplain, the moment you breach that threshold, he will feel it. You are connected to him through what happened in that basement. Through the ritual. Through the fact that you sent him back." He paused. "He's been in your dreams, Harper. He's already been reaching for you. If you walk into his territory-" "I'm not walking into his territory," I said. "I'm going to the land of shattered souls. That's not the same place."

"Co-rule. Mine. Wear it." Hazel dissected gem pulse, thumb tracing facets, echo brow-mark childhood fall. Power thrummed offer—not cage, but throne shared. Jet intimacy replayed wrists-silk, his dominance yielded thrill; dojo gore forged trust visceral. But the South Side queen bowed to no rush. Mahogany fingers closed the box pocket slowly and deliberately, full lips curving into a half-smirk, echoing his. "Earn it, dragon. Blood starts. Shatter Omega first."

While I welcome all readers to join these characters on their journeys and even encourage them to continue on with the next generation series releasing in 2025, I want readers to be able to have the reading experience they deserve, and reading this book before the others will impede that from happening. Now, I can't make you do anything, but I hope you take this into consideration before you begin. For a list of the books in the series and the ideal order to read them, please return to the book's summary page where you will find said list below the synopsis. Any further questions, reach out to adb_stories online or leave a comment, which i will reply to as soon as possible. With that being s

Jasper hesitantly asked. “Enough,” the warlock replied. “What I don’t know, you can fill in. First, we need to cover our magical trail. I worry that the old witch will be back on her feet soon. From what I can tell, she’s very old. The older they are, the tougher they become. We need to dissolve our trail before she can get a magical scent.” “How did she get out of commission to begin with?” Jasper asked.

Paolo and Serena are both standing at the centerstage, as they waited for the Stage Director to give them further instructions. "Let's do Chapter 18...The Death of Hope." the Director announced. Paolo and Serena did their own mental training. In this scene, the prince decided to sacrifice his life to prevent the death of his beloved, who carries a curse. Paolo will play as the prince, while Serena will play as Amaia, a commoner who carries a curse, and the lover of the prince. "Take my lead." Paolo whispered at Serena, who nodded in return. They both sat on the floor. Paolo hugged Serena tightly...

Inside the bloompath, Siran’s steps began to feel circular. Not repetitive but layered. With each footfall, the air shifted again. She saw: Elira teaching her how to listen with her fingertips. The first time she heard threadlight crackle through soil Jaryth’s laughter on the fifth day of their journey. The way the Pact had looked the day she was first summoned impossibly large, impossibly silent. None of these were flashbacks. They were threads. Loosened from memory. Floating. Waiting. And all of them were connected by the faint outline of a spiral turning inward not to trap, but to anchor.

Books in timeline order, 1) Noah, an Omega's story 2) A Broken Alpha 3) Claudius, a Delta's Fight for Love (This book's timeline runs between Noah's book, and ends between A Broken Alpha, and Reid's book. But should not be read before A Broken Alpha) 4) Alpha Reid and the Hybrids 5) Maddox, the Broken Alpha 6) River Pack and the Vampires

Calix asked after a long moment of silence, pulling out a book from the small stack on my desk. “That is a book of tales and myths about our people.” I said, smiling when he placed the book next to me on the loveseat. “It holds the story of the original Shifters and the Four Sacred Dragons that founded the four Kingdoms.” Calix climbed onto the seat and grabbed the book, raising it to me as he settled against the armrest. “Would you like me to read it to you?” I smiled as he nodded again, his brown hair bouncing around as he leaned in a little closer.

He did not even like humans until recent years. I storm through the corridor, the earthen walls cold and unwelcoming. Making my way to a large ledge leading out, I stand in the windy glory of the Perilous Horde territory. The sky, a dark ocean of black, does much to abate my growing irritation as I strip, peeling off my leather garments. The cool air licks at my skin and a shiver runs through me as it plays with my hair in teasing pulls. Without a moment to lose, I jump off the ledge, my body becoming consumed in a cloud of my poison elemental. Thick violet fog shrouds my figure as I faze mid-fall. My wings are the first to burst through the fog. As the winds push under them, I take flight l