Novelas y relatos de Stormlight Archive Fanfic

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Then I stood, grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey, and poured myself a drink. I was gonna need the whole damn bottle. _________________ (FLASHBACK) ARIA “I reject you, Aria Moonstone, as my mate. This was never meant to be. You are not the one I need, and I am not the one you want. You’ll find your place, but it is not with me. You are weak, and I won’t be tied to that. My future lies with someone bigger. Do not seek me out again.”

And what does she mean by my destined light and darkness? King Archie tensed up behind me and his hold on my shoulder tightened as if it hurt him to think that I might eventually leave him. Even if not all, I could understand the words of the seer… better than Kovan. “Could that mean that Kovan is our destined mate and hero yet he would become the villain later?” Arla asked and I didn't miss the pain in her voice. I couldn't assure my lycan spirit that the man that was standing behind us was all good and she also couldn’t assure me that he was our destined mate.

She reached out and touched the wolf-scar on my chest. I felt a jolt of electricity. A vision flooded my mind. Ronan and Kael were locked in a death-grip at the base of the Salt Spire. Ronan’s emerald axe was pitted and cracked, fighting against Kael’s black-and-silver claws. Silas Drake was circling them like a vulture, his glass-body absorbing the silver fire from the shattering web. "The XIX is the bridge, Amara," Lumi whispered. "But you are the Architect. You have to finish the plan our mother started."

He avoided looking me in the eye as well. In the end, he squeezed out a faint hum. Yup. That was definitely a Pierce-like response. My anger was swiftly ignited thanks to that hum. After all, I was seriously troubled by the romantic scandal featuring us. Just seeing the words "anal fissures" made me feel as though I was about to have a heart attack. Enraged, I punched Pierce in the face. I had used full force because Pierce often dodged my attacks in the past. But unexpectedly, he didn't dodge my punch this time. So, I ended up punching the one and only heir to the Kirkland family out of his own car.

Ada smiled and asked me to host Dominic. I frowned deeply, asking Dominic what exactly he was here for. Dominic smiled slightly and pushed a contract toward me. I said impatiently: "This isn't my responsibility." Dominic laughed, shoving a pen into my hand like he was showing off some great achievement. His voice dropped to an intimate whisper: "Grace, look at it carefully." I glanced up and froze in place. It was actually an agreement drafted by Dominic, stating that the heir to Stormfang Pack must be a child born between him and me. This was equivalent to handing over the entire Stormfang Pack to me.

“You said… his master. Who is he?” The Keeper lowered his hood, revealing deep lines carved into his weathered face. His blue eyes glowed faintly, like stormlight barely contained. “We called him the Architect once. He was the first wolf to deny the bond the Moon Goddess gave him. Instead of one mate, he craved control of all. He discovered how to twist the threads of fate itself.” Damon’s hand tightened protectively. “Twist fate? That’s impossible.” The Keeper’s voice hardened. “Was it impossible that you would both be bound to her? Was it impossible that she would survive the hunter’s attack when none before her had? The Architect made those impossibilities reality. He rewrote what should

She arches a brow at me, “be careful Abigail, don’t test your power with the mate bond, one wrong word could destroy it forever.” I lay back and look at the sky and smile, his eyes are this exact color a gorgeous contrast to his olive skin and his dark as night hair. Storm giggles, "you already like mate," she flashes his image in my mind. I shake my head, "stop it, bad wolf." She gives me her big toothy smile, "I perfer shameless, I'm never bad," she cocks her tail up and walks into the furthers corner of my mind.

She closed her eyes and unleashed every single drop of the pure, uncorrupted white light of the Architect Imprint stored within her soul. The pure white light flooded into Sebastian’s dark matter. It was the ultimate paradox. The First Architect had gone mad trying to fuse the light and the dark by force. But Harper wasn't forcing it. She was giving it to him with absolute, unconditional love. A blinding, impossible explosion of color erupted from the center of the plaza. It wasn't violet. It wasn't white. It was pure, radiant Platinum. The howling winds of the singularity instantly died. The crushing gravity vanished.

"They’re building their own 'Lighthouses'. They’re not waiting for our commands anymore. They’re finding their own 'Wild Desires'." Rhea looked at her pack, at the thousands of people—wolf and human—who were living together under the obsidian cliffs. The "teeth" and the "sweetness" were no longer in conflict. They were the two halves of a whole. "We’ve done it, Elias," Rhea said, leaning her head against his shoulder. "We’ve broken the Archive. We’ve unscripted the world." "No," Elias replied, pulling her into a kiss that tasted of pine, silver-dust, and the absolute, terrifying beauty of a future that hadn't been written yet. "We’ve just given the world back its heartbeat."

I’ve spent too many nights already convincing myself of things that weren’t true, holding onto scraps of tenderness like they meant something more than they did, lying awake replaying the way his hands felt on me and mistaking that for something real. I already know what I need to do. I’ve known since the moment I saw her hanging off his arm, since the moment his silence confirmed everything I feared. And since when I realized I would always be the woman waiting outside a door he never fully opened for me. My hands tremble at my sides, but I force my voice to stay steady, to carry the weight this moment deserves. This is the last thing I owe him. Not tears. Not another chance. “I, Aria Stone