Wheel Of Time Book Synopsis Novels & Stories

I look up into the milky white eyes of my best friend and say one word. “Dragon’s!” **Authors note** I hope you have enjoyed Book 2, the next book, will follow on from this from Monday the 15th of Dec. Book 3 follows the story of Princess Emerald and King Vulcan in The Dragon Kings Golden Obsession. Hope to see you all soon :) MM xx

The last book she pulled from the library shelves was older than the others, its cracked spine threatening to crumble if she wasn’t careful. The pages smelled faintly of smoke and something bitter, almost like dried herbs. Her eyes skimmed the first lines, but soon she was sitting forward, fully absorbed. It spoke of a time long before the world was divided into hidden realms of supernatural creatures, a time when there was only one race of beings who held true dominion over magic. The witches.

The moment she placed it on the table, I felt something respond in my chest—a recognition that went deeper than conscious thought. "That book," Lyra said with awe and terror. "It calls to us. It knows what we are." "This," Elder Morrigan said softly, "is the Chronicle of the Golden Wolves. It contains the complete history of your kind, their abilities, their purposes... and their enemies." I stared at the book, feeling drawn to it and terrified of it in equal measure. "Why are you showing me this now?" "Because," Elder Morrigan said, her voice growing grave, "the Shadow Covenant has not faded into obscurity as we hoped. We have received reports of their activities, their interest in the rece

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

Suddenly, my son reached out his tiny hand and touched the gear next to mine. A shockwave of violet and gold light exploded through the vault. The child didn't give his years; he commanded them. The gears didn't just start turning; they accelerated, spinning with a speed that blurred the air. The rust fell away from the bronze, replaced by a shimmering, celestial chrome. The Time-Warden shrieked, its iron form melting into liquid mercury as the child’s frequency rewrote the laws of the vault. "THE KING-BORN REWRITES THE LOOM!" the Warden’s fading voice echoed. "THE SEVENTH CYCLE BEGINS!"

Hello readers We managed to update 18 chapters for Wonderings. We're trying our best to speed up the updates so we appreciate the patience and understanding. After we're done updating Wonderings, we'll be able to work on the next novel which is Shards of Time. We'll be able to update all of the remaining chapters to keep it up to date. Once again we apologize for the slow progress, author-nim is still in the hospital. We're working on author-nim's save files that's why we're still able to upload and edit the repeated chapters.

“It will take most of the day to reach the shipwreck. I will lose three days to this book, but it will be worth it.” “How many books, Rivyn?” I asked him, smoothing his skin beneath the palm of my hand. “How many books until this is done?” “Six books,” he replied on a sigh. “I would prefer nine, but six is ambitious in the time frame. The book after this, is amongst the winged people of the Ekhora isles. The other two are closer to home, amongst the Dark Elves, and another a sorceress called Jiloria. And then, we’ll return to Arsiath.”

They, who dared to scream in the middle of the conjurers' blissful singing, dared to steal the scripture from the wicked creatures who were granted the power to overwrite their destinies — concluded themselves victorious thereon. Knights, commoners, a king, a foreigner held their weapons and desires tight and proud, fighting desperately for the sake of their oppressed race. Among those weapons, was an existence created by one of the seven vassals of destruction herself. That creation, whose nature is most similar to that of the tyrants, stood for the abused—yet treated as a recompense. A century had passed, humans persistently lived, lost and gained, reaped and sowed on loop. However, the fr

I also won't beg. I pick up one of the worn volumes and open it. In the beginning, there were two. In the beginning, one male, one female. In the beginning, no war, no famine. In the beginning, love. Within a short time, I'm enthralled. It's like reading a science fiction novel even though I know these events happened. This book is about their history. I stop myself. My history. It's told by a female Shadow Warrior named Nalista.