UUD BHARATA

The Mystery of Saint Hiller Dormitory 
Sixteen-year-old Brian, from the small town of Havlen, had always known one undeniable truth in his life: he had never known his biological father. But when a secret letter from the distant town of Belgorov surfaces—a place where his father was last seen before mysteriously vanishing within the ancient Saint Hiller Castle—Brian decides to seek the answers on his own.
Armed with strange powers granted through an energy transfer from James Nkono, a former black slave with a hidden history and mysterious strength, Brian sets off for Belgorov. There, Saint Hiller Castle looms proudly amidst fog and ancient ruins. The castle is not only the last place his father was seen, but also the site of the tragic murder of Lord Archiemore Thompson, the last owner of Saint Hiller and Brian's father’s closest friend.
However, upon arriving at Saint Hiller, Brian quickly realizes that the dangers lurking in this place are not just of the physical world. Invisible creatures, ancient curses, and terrifying secrets from the past begin to reveal themselves. Brian discovers that he is the last descendant of the Vendrae clan, a bloodline once known for its immense power but nearly destroyed by betrayal and magical wars.
Joined by Nika, a blonde-haired girl with extraordinary magical abilities, and Milo, a thin yet brilliant student who specializes in symbolic magic, Brian fights to unravel the deepest secrets of Saint Hiller. They must face the Third Mirror Order—a mystical group guarding the forbidden artifact known as the Third Mirror, where Brian’s father is trapped beyond the dimension of time.
In a battle between blood, destiny, and supernatural forces, Brian must choose: surrender to the shadows of the past, or rise as the new guardian of his ancestral castle.


MYSTERY OF SAINT HILLER DORMITORY

Saint Hiller was no longer what it used to be. 


The mist—once reserved for dawn—now lingered throughout the day. It seeped through stone corridors, blanketed the bell tower, and crept over stained-glass windows. The sky was overcast but never rained. Clouds churned sluggishly above, as if they had forgotten how to fall. The air hung damp and heavy, yet never touched the ground. It was as though time itself… had forgotten how to move. 


Even the ravens—once noisy sentinels on the castle’s highest spires—had fallen eerily silent. Occasionally, one would glide low across the courtyard, but its shadow on the ground always moved the other way. Students had begun to avoid looking at their own reflections. Too many whispers claimed their shadows… were no longer theirs. 


THE THIRD EYE OF THE SKY