Yonder Novels の小説・ストーリー

Twelve-year-old Lina sat on the floor of the hallway, staring at the high shelf of the linen closet. Ibu Maria was still at the school, likely grading papers to avoid coming home to the emptiness. Lina, however, was restless. The "Wind Seed" story that had once enchanted her now felt like a thin, tattered veil. She was old enough to know that seeds don't just fly; they are planted, or they are dropped. "There’s something up there," she whispered to the shadows. "Something Ibu doesn't want me to see." She dragged a heavy wooden chair from the kitchen, balanced a footstool on top of it, and climbed. Her fingers brushed against a stack of mothball-scented blankets. Shoving them aside, her hand

Possibilities appeared. ⸻ And from the first sentence… Everything began. ⸻ 🌙 Nyra’s Secret Nyra lowered her head. 😢 ⸻ “I found his book.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Years ago. Before her erasure. Before the First War. ⸻ She had wandered deeper than anyone else. ⸻ Deeper than the Silent Sea. Deeper than dreams. ⸻ And there… She discovered a book. 📖

My boots crunched over brittle twigs, none of them snapping underfoot—because the forest let me pass. That was the thing with cursed places. They always knew their own. I crouched low as the trees opened into a clearing—and I froze. The soil here was scorched, seared black like someone had poured acid over it. Bones jutted from the earth like broken spires. Dozens of them. Maybe more. Most of the larger ones were wolf. Some weren’t. In the center stood a single figure. Vyre. Her back was to me, long cloak trailing behind her like smoke. She was humming.

Stones whispered when kicked aside. Cara paused near a fork in the path, holding the journal open. “This is the place,” she whispered. “The one from your dream.” Yvette nodded. She could feel it now. Not like memory—but instinct. A thread pulling at her chest. They descended into a hollow valley, encircled by broken mountains. The air was colder here. Not naturally, but as if the wind had been bled out of it centuries ago. The only sound was their breathing and the occasional metallic groan from beneath the earth.

And somewhere out there, Kael Thorne was preparing for a battle I hadn’t even seen the shape of yet. ***

"It's alright… Just let me go, my beloved… I'm happy I can be with you in my last days…" As Anna trailed off, her sniffles muffled, and there was soon silence… No words were spoken, but there was labored breathing and bodies bumping against each other… I quietly sat in the darkness beside the window, my fingers brushing against the wolf fang necklace unknowingly. Souleater Vine? Wouldn't survive for three months? There were way too many coincidences. My eyes calm, even cold, I turned to look at the skies that were brightening outside.

But in Bryer’s chest, it was thunder, loud and chaotic and impossible to ignore. He shifted his weight, glanced down at the book again as if to reassure himself it was still real. The Sky Beneath Our Feet. That was the one. The out-of-print novel Raegan had mentioned weeks ago over lukewarm coffee and crumpled napkins at the diner down the street. He remembered the way she’d leaned forward as she talked, elbows on the table, hands moving animatedly like she was trying to pull the memory closer. She’d lit up, eyes bright, voice warming as she explained how she’d stumbled across a battered library copy in high school and had been chasing that feeling ever since.

But without Caleb by my side, I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to go on. I feel so confused. I don’t know what to do next. Please, God, help me…. * As the sun rose in a huge ball over the horizon, Caitlin ran through the streets of New York. It was the apocalypse. Cars were turned over, bodies lay about, and there was devastation everywhere. She ran and ran, down avenues which never seemed to end.

"You've to be careful, my lady. Please always remember your position. You're the Luna of the pack and Damien is your man," I felt torn and heartbroken. I nodded my head knowing she was right. *** I yawned softly after completing two novels, a werewolf, and an urban story. The Rise Of The Secret Trillionaire Heir by rare gem writes and The Alpha's Revenge by Mystic writes. They are available in Goodnovel and Meganovel. I can't have enough of them. I stood up from the chair, stretched my arms widely, and returned the books to the shelf. "Look who we have here," I looked up as I heard his cold and familiar voice.