Novel & Cerita Books On Elves

The books were usually her best friend,taking her to faraway lands where she could find herself lost in beautiful views, peculiar characters and enchanted gardens. But today was different.

The minute the word came of her condition I was going, it would take more than this world could offer to stop me from going to her. That fucking dragon annoys the hell out of me, but I need to admit he does seem to care for Emerald; and good job too. I had been going through their restricted library for about an hour when I found a book, a book that was dripping in power. The same power that dagger held. My hand hovers over the old worn leather binder, allowing my magic to feel the book out before I touch it.

HOURS BEFORE THE REPORT OF WRATH: Greenfall Park, long considered a sanctuary between species of elves and werewolves alike, lay beneath a silver blue evening sky. Usually, the wind carried soft rushes of leaves from the elves’ Tree of Life. It is an ancient colossal trunk wrapped in spirals of light, feeding the land with vitality. Elven children often played beneath its branches while werewolves patrolled peacefully nearby. Tonight, however, the stillness felt like an omen. One that only the spirits of the forest understood.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

“If you don’t want to study, why don’t you read about The Great Clash so you can learn about our previous elf war.” “Yhen, I already have access to everything I need to know in your head. I can zip through your extensive memory banks and find what I need. That’s much more fun than going through some old, moldy elvish books.” “Excuse me, my books are not moldy, my dragon.”

"What have we here? Travellers trying to avoid the proper channels?" Three figures emerged from behind the silver birches. The speaker was an elf, tall and lean with the predatory grace of his kind, followed by two trolls. "Kael's Web," the elf continued with a theatrical bow, "at your service. We specialize in... relieving travellers of their burdens before they can trouble the good folk of Eldoria." "Bandits," Madeleine breathed, her hand instinctively reaching for her sword. "Entrepreneurs," the elf corrected with a sharp smile. "This little back door has been quite profitable. Amazing how many people think they're clever, sneaking through the old passages." His eyes glittered with cruel

His age showed in the white that streaked his emerald hair, but his posture was straight, his bearing noble. “So sorry about that,” the elder elf said, voice deep despite his size. “We’re a bit edgy about visitors. The last ones stole from our food stores and left us without healing tonics for the winter.” “No harm done,” Caelum replied, lowering his hands. “But how do you even survive out here? The hills of Trepidation aren’t exactly known for their hospitality.” The elf gave a wry smile. “Magic.” “You practice magic?” Eira asked, surprise threading through her voice.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

I reeled off a few more books before Viggo raised his hand, signalling for me to stop. “Almost all of those books in the royal library can't be read by normal Elves, only the ones with druidic genes can uncover the secrets of those pages.” My father raised his brow at me at the same time the corner of his mouth pulled up in a grin. “Secrets?” I asked, not knowing what he meant.

His gaze was fixed on the main house. All the elven buildings were made of a material carefully selected to be in harmony with nature. The base for the building bricks was a mixture of sand and earth which was then further mixed with a special type of paste. This paste was made from processed silver dust and tiny seeds from elven sacred trees. These sacred trees, called eloeins, grew in dense forests throughout Velas. And Velas was the only land in Raal where those trees grew. The elves believed that they carried the souls of their ancestors. Beneath each of these groves were underground chambers that served as resting places for dead elves. Their bodies provided nutrients for the roots, whi