Stormlight Archives Audiobook Novels & Stories

Zorath’s spark burns, his calm a balm, their unity a light. Valthor leads explorers across the cosmos, his starlit helm a guide, his voice resolute. He charts new worlds, his blade gleaming, his unity a bridge between stars, his laugh echoing our battles. Lirien chronicles our saga in a radiant library, her tablet a cosmic archive, her scarred lunar mark shining. She scribes tales of the abyss, her defiance a spark for scholars, her voice clear. “Our story lives.” Kael mentors Shadowkin in a starlit forge, his void-blade a relic of loyalty, his gruff voice softened. He trains them to wield void and light, his aura steady, his redemption complete, his nod to me a silent vow.

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.

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.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

Whenever a character sends or replies to a message via mobile devices, this is normally used. (" ") : Well known to be inverted commas, this is used to depict speech or words said by the character. You will also notice, that there are some chapters with names. For example; Asteria- The Evil Within May Anderson These are sub-stories that flow with the same storyline as the main book. You may choose to read them or ignore them (it is advised to read them because some sub-stories share more light on the characters and/or the main story.). They may have a different genre.

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

"There are rumors of vortices showing up in other places. Nothing confirmed, though." Taking a deep breath, she said in a rush, "The inner back cover was carved with a picture of a huge natural stone archway between two cliffs. There was a river at the base, trees all around it and a waterfall coming down from one side." She was simultaneously terrified and relieved by the look on his face. "You know where it is, don’t you?" He nodded, his shoulders easing. "About a day and a half away. Two days, tops. It’s called the Meriden Arch." His breath left him in a rush, and he closed the distance between them. "Thank the gods." He took her hand, lifted it, and kissed her knuckles. "And thank you, f

"Upon their visage, the countenance of the celestial orb, completed by the sacred sigil upon the union with their fated's mark." Thinking about the prophecy makes my skin crawl. Any time I think about ashes, I see my home, burnt to the ground. I hear howls of pain, remembering that they came from me as I held my baby brother's burnt body. Who needs screaming birds when I have already seen the hell that The Darkness hides.

Lyra's eyes widened as she gazed upon the towering bookshelves that seemed to stretch endlessly upward, filled with leather-bound tomes that whispered secrets from ages past. "Welcome to my sanctuary," Cassandra murmured softly, her voice blending seamlessly with the rustle of parchment and the distant echo of footsteps. "Within these walls, you shall learn about the supernatural world and the many creatures that inhabit it." Lyra's heart raced as she followed her mentor deeper into the vast chamber, the shadows of their figures dancing on the mosaic floors like wraiths. "Where do we start?" she asked, her voice barely audible above the thrum of anticipation that swirled within her.