Wheel Of Time Book Synopsis Novels & Stories

**This book is a prequel to the Guardians Trilogy. However, while it starts before the first book in the Trilogy and can be read as a stand alone, it will span the timeframe of both Books 1 and 2. This book will contain spoilers and references discussed in the other books. It is recommended that you first read Book 1, The Broken Warrior’s Daughter, and Book 2, Alpha’s Guardian Angel before reading this book.

Cassius said with a smirk, likely mistaking my gaze on the bookshelves as me restraining myself from browsing them. Despite not feeling as enthusiastic as he assumed, I still went for the books. I let my hands trail across the spine of the books, stopping on the thickest one. I carefully pulled it out, afraid to even scratch the cover. “That’s the novel section of the books. There’s really no title on the cover because it’s printed on the first page,” Cassius explained from his bean bag. I nodded at his explanation and opened the book. My heart nearly dropped upon reading the title. Was this just a coincidence? Written in an elegant font was ‘The Second Time Around: Chronicles of Ava Midgen’

If there was even a sliver of a way back… My fingers dragged over one particularly ancient tome: bound in silver and wrapped in spell-locked chains. I whispered the unlocking spell, old enough that the air around me shimmered with pale blue glyphs. The book creaked open. “Chronos Binding,” I murmured. The title alone sent a chill down my spine. Inside were diagrams of realms overlapping each other like threads in a tapestry. Old Realm. Divine Plane. Mortal Realm. Abyssal Void.

I didn't notice Tana had left my hand until I saw her fall to her knee, her head lowered. Only then did I raise my head and saw three men sitting on what looked like thrones. The one in the middle had hair as dark as the night, the other two had golden hair and silver hair respectively. I was suddenly shoved from the back and forced into a kneeling position. I snarled furiously and glared at the person who pushed me. It was the man who came with Tana and me. The man with the dark hair was the first one to speak. “Three days ago, you were found in the woods of Thornwood borders by Lord Byron Wesley of the Shadowborn, during a Hollowborn hunt. You were brought to the Dragon Keep, where we disc

“The duke—Thalric Veynor. He is not content with the throne of men. He seeks the Throne of Embers, an artifact forged from the last fire of the world’s beginning. With it, he will not rule… he will consume.” Serenya frowned. She had heard whispers of old relics, half-truths passed through bard’s tales and seer’s riddles. But a throne carved of eternal fire? That was no children’s song. “Why tell me this?” she asked. Cyrion’s ember eyes softened. “Because whether you choose it or not, you are part of this war. You can burn with it… or you can rise from the ashes.” With that, he mounted his stallion once more. Smoke swirled around him, and then he was gone, swallowed into the ruins as though h

Elara Vance The library was a ruin of shattered porcelain and spilled tea. Kaelen sat on the floor, his back against the mahogany table, his breathing finally leveling out. I sat beside him, the Thorne Chronology resting heavy on my lap. The book was bound in skin, not human, but something older, colder and it seemed to pulse beneath my fingertips. "You should have let him take it," Kaelen whispered, his eyes still fixed on the open balcony door where Caspian had vanished. "If he had the real book, he would have targeted me. Now, he’ll target you to get to it."

I scoffed, smiling slowly. Somehow, I felt a bit relieved, at least I didn't have to believe anything. But just before I looked away, my eyes caught something lurking at the end of the shelf. “Chrono..logy,” I read out, grabbing the badly worn out book from the shelf. “The first of men?” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the cover of the book. It was filled with detailed arrangements of events from time immemorial of the ironhowl pack. “Alpha..Zane, the first,” I read out, tracing my finger on his face.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

The King of Odiley fell silent, his gaze suddenly turning incredibly sharp. To the royal bloodline of Odiley, magic was far from a mere bedtime story. It was a terrifying knowledge that defied all logic. It was meticulously chronicled within their historical archives, including taboo documents regarding time reversals and various forbidden rituals hidden away from the outside world. “Mmh... that proves somewhat difficult. Men of this era do not place their faith in such anomalies,” the king remarked, testing the depth of his guest’s convictions. “Let us simply say that I do.”

"I don't understand." Neither did I. Order leaned over the page. His silver eyes carefully followed the notes written in the margins. "Wait..." He flipped another page. Then another. "I think this is explained elsewhere." Within seconds three more books floated toward him. The Spirit King searched silently before stopping at a section labeled Temporal Gifts. "There." Hunter immediately began reading aloud. "Time Movement does not truly manipulate time." He frowned. "That's... misleading." Order nodded. "It functions similarly to teleportation." Pamela looked even more confused.