Elayna R Gallea Books Novels & Stories

"Girl, I'm telling you, you might just get turned down." "Look, I'm Eyla Fuenteluna and no one's gonna dare to turn me down," I even saw her grin. She's beautiful, if ever that she will try to join a beauty pageant, I'm sure she's going to win the crown. I swallowed and adjusted my glass. I even grabbed my somewhat curly hair and placed it on the side of my right neck. I hid my face even more with my sketch pad. But I'm not very lucky though, they still caught me.

Who is she? The dream shifted, and suddenly Eliana was no longer on the cliff. She was sitting in a dimly lit room, surrounded by books. The room smelled of leather-bound pages and aged paper. She was holding a book in her hands, the same book from Gonzalo’s office—the one with the faded cover and the strange title.

Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

ELARA'S POV Frustrated with all the questions and confusion, I turned back to my book to find some sort of solace, if any. It was better than thinking, all I had to do was focus on reading and take my mind off these questions. My eyes scanned the page and landed on where I stopped. My heard made a thump sound, staring back at me in bold lettering was the name of the very person whose visions I kept having. "Elariana, the goddess of the moon and the night creatures"

Cameron spoke impatiently. “As I was saying, don't let your sight deceive you,” Franklin instructed. “Focus on your senses—your smell, your hearing, your instincts. They speak louder than words. Let them guide you.” I watched Caitlyn shut her eyes, following the instructions. I was particularly interested in what she would find. Her eyes snapped open. “I got something.” We followed behind her curiously because none of us sensed anything. The only smells in the air were trees and leaves. She pushed aside a pile of dry foliage, and there it was beneath it—a bloody boot covered in flowers.

EVELARA I gazed at the book before me. Stunned and somewhat nervous. All this while I was thinking of finding some mention of this name somewhere, or perhaps a chapter, but I didn't expect to find an entire book out of it. LUNAREETH— the name was written above bold and big with ancient golden inks. The brown leather of the book had turned into ash due to dust. The leather itself had turned edgy and sharp. Seems the book is sitting here for centuries long…

Her hands had never trembled, not once, not even when the shadows pressed close. "She has your gift," Marta said one evening, watching Luna work in the healing hut, her movements efficient and sure. "But she also has something else. A strength you didn't have at her age. A determination that will carry her far. She'll be greater than either of us, Elara. Greater than any healer this pack has ever known." Elara nodded, her heart full to bursting. "She already is. She already is." Ayla, at eighteen, had emerged as a warrior of legend, her name spoken in the same breath as the great warriors of old.

As gorgeous as it all was, Elaina found herself going farther, to the end of the room, to a section of books that looked terribly old and for some odd reason appeared the most interesting. There were leather chairs in this part of the room as well, single high-backed ones the color of rich caramel. Reaching out, she let her fingers brush lightly over the tattered spines of a couple books, stopping as if by no control of her own on one. The name TREKAS was printed in letters so worn she could barely see them all. Elaina pulled that one from the shelf without a moment’s hesitation. Before opening it, as if knowing already that this was going to take some time, she’d backed up until she sank in

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You know that, right?” Eliana giggled. “You say that every day.” “Because it’s true every day.” A knock came at the back door. Lena stood, brushing imaginary dust off her jeans. It was her boss—Ms. Rina, the kind bookstore owner who’d given her the job and never asked questions about her past. “I hope you don’t mind,” Rina said, stepping inside. “Dominic Black’s people are paying well to rent the display space for the gala. Good PR for us.”