Stormlight Archive Novellas Novels & Stories

He looked terrified. “Isolde,” his voice whispered in my mind, weak and shaking. “The Starlight... I need it. Now. I’m fading.” Before I could ask what he meant, he collapsed. I caught him, his heavy stone body pinning me to the floor. I looked around for help, but the hall was empty. Everyone had fled in fear. I looked down at Alaric. His skin was turning a dull, dusty grey. He wasn't just turning to stone anymore. He was crumbling. Small pieces of his shoulder were turning into sand right before my eyes.

My soul aches with love so big it feels divine already. “Thank you,” I whisper. “For staying.” He smiles soft, real, unguarded. “I’d follow you into heaven, hell, or whatever this is.” Clara snorts, a spark dancing between us. “This is worse,” she mutters. “It’s a group project.” I burst into bright, ringing laughter and then The vortex pulls us in. Moonfire. Stormlight. Gold. All three exploding into a blinding, all-consuming brilliance. This is the end of Aria.

The Spark Beneath Her Silence The Cassie & Damon Legacy Sanctuary was quiet in the early morning, not empty, but intentional. The halls pulsed with unspoken purpose, like a heart beating softly in prayer. Nova stood on the third floor of the archive library, her hand tracing the spine of a dusty book titled How Empires Remember. It was old, handwritten in places, and full of insights she’d read a dozen times, but today, it felt different. Something was shifting. In the air.

This will begin serialising on (rhymes with seam) in the next couple of weeks and will continue to be updated there, but will later appear on GoodNovel in around October for people to enjoy here. While the main books in the Queen Among series end with Tempests, there are still 3 spin-off stories to be written. Those are: Runaway Empresses, the story of Mei's parents. Valor, Virtue and Verve, the story of how Cole and Andromeda met and finally Dark Vocation, a story that delves into the dark history of Manon. Also exclusively on (rhymes with seam) will be A Court of Arcane Souls, a God's Saga anthology filled with short stories featuring characters and storylines requested by YOU the readers.

She found her loading her rifle. “There are a lot of them out there. It looks like he’s brought his army,” Maggie muttered. Brandon ran to the window. The dark of night was filled with red eyes as far as he could see. It was like a field of rubies reflecting the light of the moon. Tara moved beside Brandon and silently took in the sea of fiery eyes and once again recalled Liam’s words. ‘You have near you very dear souls who, together with you, will be able to stop the evil that has been unleashed.’

"Lola, you must be present. The thread that connects everything is your ancestry. And the thread is going to break. I gazed at him as the words gradually came to me. "What do you mean?" Something frightening, something keen, flared in his eyes. "You were kept secret for a reason. According to the prophecy, the heir of the last Alpha would arrive just as the pack was about to go to war. And it would be up to that successor to either bring about peace or bring about the destruction of everything. My voice was stuck in my throat as I attempted to speak. "And what if I do nothing?"

He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer. "What is wrong with you four?" Rasmore asked, holding his nose. For the past month, they had been stuck up in the ancient library without food, water, or baths. Only after they gave up were they willing to come out, but with piles of magic books that they had decided to re-read in case they had left some lines behind. "What happened?" Hashmuk asked, walking towards them. He grabbed Kelvin, checking to see if he was okay, but Kelvin just pushed him away.

Instead, he sneered, "Enjoy your little alliance, halfling. The darkness will find its way back to you." With a final warning, Azaroth vanished into the shadows, leaving Alex and Lysandra alone. The celestial extended her hand toward Alex, and he hesitated for a moment before clasping it firmly. Alex looked at Lysandra, his mind racing with questions. Why would such a seemingly pure being appear at this moment, shielding him from a fate that could have brought negative changes? He had committed an atrocity that was cannibalistic in the eyes of these vampires, and he felt overwhelmed by darkness. The talk about the balance between light and darkness puzzled him, as he could only perceive dark

Everything in me screams at me to retreat. Instead, I climb deeper. The central vault lies beneath the eastern wing. If the reinforced chamber has held... A beam crashes behind me, cutting my thoughts short. No turning back now. The corridor glows with impossible brightness, lighting up my way. It all comes from the fire hugging the frames on the wall. As I run, I find myself back in another archive decades earlier, brushing dust from a brittle manuscript while the rain hammered the roof above. I had been young enough to believe history was honest.

The Architect led them through corridors of light and shadow, past shelves that stretched into infinity. Lyra had thought she understood the scale of this place, but she'd been wrong. The archive wasn't a library—it was a universe. Each orb a world, each world a prison, each prison containing souls who had forgotten the sun. These orbs were different from the ones she'd seen before. Darker, their glow muted like stars seen through layers of smoke. Within each, she could make out shapes. People. Frozen in moments of survival, of terror, of despair so complete it had become a kind of peace.