Elden Ring: All Prayer Books Novels & Stories

Alder raised both hands in surrender and answered quickly, fear trembling beneath his calm tone. “They took the book! The Book of Damned! Kael has it!” Varek’s grip tightened. “And what does that… insignificant relic… have to do with me?” Eloria choked, forcing out the words. “The Book contains rituals… forbidden ones… it can alter the battlefield… shift power… bind… or kill entities like—” She gasped. “—like you.” Varek’s expression twisted. His fingers tightened another fraction. For a moment Alder was sure the Grand Magestress was going to die.

"I think I have found something, which will help us move forward." She picked up another book which she had brought from the shelves, but it was definitely not anything the mortal lands had ever seen. The gold cover of the book was encrusted with precious stones, and the pages were as soft as feathers, and as white as a dove. Aelanor was sure it was surely dove feathers pressed in the form of pages. Nimuel picked them up softly with her fingers, and turned a few pages. "It says here that the elven lands stretch for a few empires, due West, where The Realm of the Shadows starts" she looked up.

“He’s still alive… for now. But you’re not here for him. Not really.” Elira turned slowly, holding something out. A book. Bound in black leather and laced with living veins of gold. The Grimoire of Binding. “The truth of our bloodline is in here. What they stole from us. What you need to see before you judge me.” Elara took it, her fingers tingling the moment she touched it. Visions stabbed through her mind—flashes of queens drowned in fire, children marked by fate, a kingdom cursed by its own magic. And at the center of it all…

“Ahh I don’t really know why, but I think I’m just gifted?” Miss Minerva assist me to go back to prepare for a bath. While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.”

"The Princess has three seconds to validate the lease. Or we will strip the silver matrix from her throat to grease the harbour cranes." Elara did not pull her hands back from the table. With a sudden, explosive contraction of her silver-pump heart, she didn't use her human fingers to grasp the silver pen. She drove her left wrist, the meat side containing Leo’s ceramic teeth, directly down onto the open lead page of the ledger. ​The contact didn't spark green or white. ​The two rows of porcelain teeth inside her forearm didn't shatter against the type-metal; they bit through the skin from the inside out, their sharp ceramic edges tearing through her pale meat to clamp directly onto the cent

⸻ The chamber beyond was breathtaking. Not because it was filled with treasure. Because it wasn’t. Shelves carved into the rock held hundreds of ancient scrolls. Maps. Letters. Broken swords. Faded banners. The forgotten memories of an entire civilization. In the very center stood a single stone pedestal. Upon it rested one enormous leather-bound book. Its cover was cracked with age. Dust coated every corner. Yet the silver and crimson emblem stamped into its leather remained untouched by time. Elara stepped forward almost reverently. “What do you think it is?”

She smiles and bows behind me. “Very well miss, until later then.” After she leaves, I begin to put on my other jewellery that has been selected for tonight. All the pieces in my collection have been specially crafted and each is unique to me because their eyes are green emeralds to match my eyes. Tonight, everything I'm wearing is white-gold and they are all dragons in one variation or another. The earrings I chose are shaped to fit around the outside of my ear. The dragon’s head sits at the top looking forward and the wings curl to cup my ear while the tail snakes down to dangle just past my lobe.

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

Protective wards surrounded this area, visible as shimmering barriers that parted reluctantly as Elara approached. On a central pedestal sat a single book. Not ancient parchment or crumbling scroll. This was bound in material that looked like leather but felt like living tissue under Elara’s fingers. The cover bore a single symbol, one she had seen countless times in her visions. The mark of her bloodline. “Is this it?” Kira asked quietly. Elara lifted the book carefully. The moment her skin made contact, images flooded her mind. Wolves running under stars that no longer existed. Rituals performed in moonlight, power channelled through bloodlines carefully maintained.

He greeted her with a disarming smile, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intelligence. The interrogation was a battle of wits, a dance between Lyra’s sharp intellect and Eldrin’s carefully constructed deceptions. He admitted to knowing about the Obsidian Circle, but denied any involvement. However, he subtly revealed that the Circle’s power was rooted in a mystical artifact – the Serpent’s Eye, a legendary gem said to possess unimaginable power. He described it as a conduit, allowing the Circle to manipulate the flow of magic, to control minds, and to shape events.