The Wheel Of Time Novels & Stories

Lorin is a princess (warrior) from the kingdom of motevi whose born and raised to defend and fight for her people even if it means her own death, she is rude and can never bow to anyone, not even the conqueror of lands when their paths intertwine. . . . . Chapter Third persons p.o.v Neifar watched his warriors who had been training none stop for what seemed like forever when it was only a month, their feet made the dust rise and sound like an earth quake, as they fought their muscles flexed with each blow and strike they gave, their sweat mixed with the dust, a sight he enjoyed to see mostly in the evening before he retired to his tent. His men had families and wives left behind, but they al

“What is that, is the color changing… to gold? The mummers increases. I was suddenly filled with an urgency to come out and so I shot out of the hole, breathing deep to recover the air which I had lost. “Gwenn.” Arius breathed a sign of relieve and jumped into the hole to reach me. “Your majesty…”Someone called Arius but all Arius intention was, was to hold me. “I don’t like what I saw.” I mumbled to Arius. “I understand. “What happened to the color of the hole, it was purple and now, it is purely gold.” “It signifies next, a new cycle of northerners, a new age. Since you awoke it, I have no idea what we would be expecting.”

With that in mind, it appeared that the vampires were extremely powerful… Whatever the case was, the others then began curiously inspecting their surroundings… Gerald himself—as well as a few others—immediately went for the wheel in the middle of the room… Looking at the wheel, Ray then asked, “Any idea what this wheel symbolizes, Mr. Crawford?” Before Gerald could even reply, Old Flint explained, “That’s the vampires’ Wheel of the Sun and Moon! They use it to calculate time!” “Calculate… time? Why would they require such a big wheel just to calculate time?” asked Ray. “Oh, they didn’t use it to calculate regular time. Instead, the wheel calculates when they need to replenish their blood!” r

What are these people saying? Did I...somehow...fall back seven years of my life? Time travel? I turned to the familiar row of books on the small bookshelf. It was mostly science books, and I ran to them, opening the first one I could grab. Nothing. Then only something about the theory of relativity in the second. Then the third had an article. The writer of the article was in the top left corner of the page, and in it, he was talking about how he believes it is fully possible to bend time and pass through, letting yourself in through different horizons, at time either long past, or never experienced.

he expressed his lack of knowledge of what she just said. "Didn't expect you to be this ignorant of Mystic History, but alright then, let me narrate you a late night fairytale." *** There was a thousand year old story every intellectual being back then were aware of even as a child, known as "Core of Mystics". It tells the existence of a giant tree on the depths of the earth, which grew from the seed that gave life to all creations. Its roots run across the planet, reaching every edges, provides every breathing, moving, living things the means to live.

The final seventh loop of this particular book and world is about to begin, like a smile and a whispering voice echo. “The prominent ones and the other shard of their souls. You made it happen this time, as you pave the way for them to meet at this moment.” With the steps that’s echoing into the grand throne room. The butterfly that paves for her presence and the very identity that she holds as the root of time. The time mistress, witch, and the seer of the seven worlds stands beside HIM, as HE replies.

The woman who once trusted me unconditionally now only doubted me without question. I couldn't be bothered to argue. Rising to my feet, I unbuckled the worn watch from my wrist and tossed it lightly to the floor at Nicholas's feet. That single gesture broke the restraint of both Agness—the one from nineteen, and the one from twenty-seven. The nineteen-year-old burst into tears. "Frank, please… don't… don't do this." But the twenty-seven-year-old's eyes blazed red, her fury no longer containable. "Frank! Do you think I'll tolerate this insolence?"

Richard wondered aloud. The old woman's voice echoed in our minds. "These are the Guardians of Time. They are the keepers of the eternal balance, ensuring that memories and reality coexist." Approaching the circle, we felt a surge of recognition. Among the beings, one stood out, its essence tinged with an all-encompassing wisdom. It reached out a luminous hand, beckoning us closer. "Seekers of balance," it said in a voice that resonated through our very beings. "You've ventured into the heart of time, seeking answers to the rift you've awakened."

At the center of this web stood the Time Weaver, an enigmatic figure cloaked in the fabric of time itself. The Time Weaver's presence was both awe-inspiring and unsettling. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its form seemed to shift and blur, merging with the threads it manipulated. Elysia's heart raced, for she could feel the weight of the temporal balance hanging in the air—the delicate equilibrium that held the Enchanted Realm together.

He scrutinized it for a long time before saying, "I wouldn't have expected any less of a proper lady of the Chapman family. Your embroidery is top-notch." Something occurred to him, and he pulled out a green moonstone pendant from his sleeve. He gave it to me. "My mother gave this to me, saying that it would keep me safe. I've kept it with me all these years while battling our enemies. I'll give it to you now if you don't mind having it." I saw streaks of blood on the pendant and knew that it had been with Gideon through many life-and-death situations. How could I possibly accept it?