Yonder Novels Novels & Stories

Yorin was an ordinary person who was chosen to accompany Yondaime, and Yondaime was a human who was cursed by Yorin's father to be a vampire. Life is now in the hands of darkness, even though they are both different but they still love each other and complete the shortcomings of their lives. True love that will never be separated forever. The book opens beautifully, Book of death. The book of death that unites Yondaime and Yorin's love. The book was then written by the two of them continuing their life story. Everyone who witnessed the curse died one by one. The curse left the world in darkness and vampires. But because their queen was a human, then the vampires went away from the city into

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

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.

"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 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.

That same dark and a golden gleam of fire Prenah had seen in so many feral’s eyes. Just a few hours later, they left their abode's wandered to her sister's Village to check on them, but her sister Lannah was dead and Chaneh was missing, out of anger they traveled to the rumored camp of the South and but on their way they encountered Lally's camp on the valley, and the latter immediately ordered her armies to attack the two of them.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Draynon nodded and opened the book. He leafed through the book until he found the chapter that he was looking for. “Here we go. Now this was roughly 120 years ago, or four generations. It’s not so much a history book, but written similar to a novel to make the facts easier for the reader to remember, rather than just bombarding them with endless seeming names and numbers.” He coughed once to clear his throat and began reading from the book.

It was hard to believe how quickly time could go by. I looked up at the cloudy sky. There had been no snow this year, just disgusting cold rain. Frau Holle had not even appeared over Christmas. It had been the fourth Christmas without Wynn. This thought made my already bad mood sink a bit. A few weeks ago, after three years of practical training, I passed my training as a Venator with flying colors. So not only was I a trained monster hunter, I was also one of the best Venators in our guild. Just like I always wanted.