Novel & Cerita The Wheel Of Time

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

He then flings open the doors by placing both hands on the doorknobs. The big wood table in the middle of the room is the first item that catches my eye. It's square in shape, with black, throne-like chairs at the head and straight-backed chairs arranged all around it. A map of Raelia is spread out across the surface of the table, and from this distance I can't make out individual features, but I can tell the broad contours of our continent. The majority of the wall space in the room is taken up by dark oak shelves filled with worn and ancient books, leaving only gaps for the brackets holding the unlit torches. With a sense of vertigo, I realize how far up we are—the big, tinted window at th

Six years later…. Garret Holt looked over his father’s land. It had been a few years since he had been back to the small farm that his father and step-mother had. He really hadn’t come since he had become legal and wasn’t forced to visit. Though he loved his father, he equally hated his step-mother. She had been a witch to her niece, who was her own blood, the daughter of her sacred sainted sister, who had left her surviving daughter in the other woman’s care. That proved everything to Garret. Now only his youngest brother was forced to come to this place regularly.

The adventure was far from over. The guardian's eyes seemed to hold the weight of eons, each gaze reflecting a myriad of histories and possibilities. "You have a choice," it began, "to become the stewards of time or to return to your former lives, knowing that the balance could falter at any moment." Zephyrus, always thoughtful, was the first to respond, "If we choose this path, how do we ensure that time remains stable?" The guardian extended its hand, revealing a pendant with a pulsating crystal at its core. "This is the Time Stone. It will guide you through the epochs, showing you where the fabric of time is weakest. But remember, every change you make, no matter how small, can have conse

It was his first time conceiving such an idea. He walked to his chamber and sat in silence to observe his loom. It was no ordinary loom, it was made from various elements including bones of titans. He watched it weave and unweave destinies as it spun blue love threads, gold birth and death threads and red threads for other gods. His throne was carved from onyx and veined with pulsating veins of crystalized time. Axel sits here in silence, surrounded by floating parchments and living quills that write the ever-changing stories of the universe. Waterfalls of liquid light descend from invisible heights, forming quiet pools where memories and possible futures float like leaves on still water.

“Hey Kay… what’s that on your wrist?” I looked at my wrist and choked on my cereals. It’s Cassiopeia’s henna! “Oh my gosh, it’s real! It’s not a dream!” I exclaimed and Xander looked confused. “It’s real Xander, I visited Cassiopeia.”

I continue. Time presses faintly against my ribs, curious. “I am not on the rim,” I say. Mercy’s gaze sharpens. “I am not even the center anymore.” The candle flickers. Thomas inhales sharply. Time surges in confusion. Mercy studies me carefully. “What are you, then?” she asks. I exhale slowly. Not feral. Not blazing. Clear. “I am the axis only as long as there is a wheel.” The air fractures faintly. Time recoils slightly.

Nyx Thorneveil’s voice unfurled over the hall like velvet dipped in steel. “First-years, step forward.” The trial grounds shifted, a vast circular platform glowing with runes that pulsed as if alive. At its center towered the Wheel of Places, an ancient construct of iron, obsidian, and crystal, larger than any human, its rim carved with thousands of locations only whispered about in Aetherborn lore. The crowd hushed as Vice-Principal Nyx Thorneveil raised her hand. “You know the rules,” she said, voice carrying like thunder. “The Wheel decides. Where it lands, you will walk. Where it points, you must endure. No place is beyond its reach.”

He watched in confusion before the lights faded. Light fades. The third book of the series Time Is Reborn features Pete as the main character. Time is Reborn went into motion after the last chapter of the Uprise Of Hell. As written above, Pete was seen in what seemed to him as the Temple of Time, where he saw time mechanics and wheels as well as three shiny thrones which glowing eye blinding entities who sat on time. These entities were later discovered to be the Moments. Entities who guild, control, manipulate and change time. Although despite these powers they possess, the Moments do use their powers to serve the only timeline and prevent another from springing up.

By the time they were twenty, the entire world shook by their names. It was on their twenty-second birthday when they learned of a tree whose leaves had wisdom. Chewing on its leaves resulted in knowledge of time. It was sometimes called as ‘wheel of time’ (as one leaf could tell you past, present, or future, and as the wheel has no start and no end, it was referred to as such), or sometimes referred to as ‘wisdom tree’ (as it imparted wisdom from past, present or future to the one who asked for it). Upon more investigation of this mystical tree, they realized it is in their motherland, i.e. in the center of the Daniels clan.