Elden Ring Anastasia Novels & Stories

My pendant grew hot against my skin, nearly burning. "What's happening?" I gasped, trying to step off the platform, but an invisible barrier held me in place. Elena backed away, her expression grim. "The only thing that can save you now. I'm sorry, Daisy, but it's time for Star to wake up." A searing pain shot through my chest, radiating outward until every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. I screamed, clutching at my pendant as it burned brighter. What was going on, and why is someone calling me Marabelle, not Daisy? Its like these memories aren’t mine but yet they are.

She walked to the curtain and closed it. She went to the bathroom and she felt so weird. She holds on to the sink and starts vomiting. She was still dizzy when she washed her mouth but she exhaled and looked at the mirror. She then held her stomach and thought about her period. "Darling, you okay?" He asked and she looked at him. Both of them looked at each other. *** Anastasia dresses up in black as she puts on red lipstick and a headdress that has a net to cover her face. Ferdinand escorts her to EPUA as two bodyguards tailed them. It will be the first day to torture them.

I opened my hand. It was a small, velvet-lined box, no larger than a ring case. My breath hitched. With trembling fingers, I pried it open. Inside sat a pair of exquisite earrings: teardrops of black onyx, framed in platinum, catching the light like frozen pieces of the night sky. Nestled beneath the silk lining was a tiny, folded scrap of paper. *“Wear them once you land. — A”* I stared at the note, the ink elegant and sharp. A slow, genuine smile spread across my face—a smile that reached my eyes, cutting through the performative "Anastasia" mask I had worn all day.

Turning on her heel, she strode to the door, her steps firm, her back straight, refusing to show any more of the pain that twisted inside her. The door shut behind her with a quiet click, leaving Anastasia alone with the satisfied echo of her own laughter and the fragile victory of a truth still buried. Anastasia picked up her phone and dialed. The line clicked once before Elena answered. “This is the right time, Elena,” Anastasia said smoothly. “You know what you have to do.” On the other end, Elena’s lips curled into a quiet smile. “Of course, Ms. Carter.”

She looked entirely composed, her posture perfect. “My Lady was clearing her head out in the grand garden,” Elin announced proudly to the room. “She wanted some fresh air because she felt incredibly suffocated after witnessing the intensity of the arena fight.” “If that is true, then why is her personal silver anklet resting right here on this floor? Isn't this yours, Lyra?!” Selene hissed, her eyes shining with pure venom as she snatched the jewelry pieces off the rug and held them high. The crowd immediately fell into hushed, suspicious whispers.

Cordelia was marveling at the fact that she was able to stop Ashley from coming here and didn't give Anastasia more time to prepare as she had paid the host to change the list, but who would have thought that Anastasia's designs would cause her the fail anyway, she thought to herself. She went to Anastasia "Ana, All the best sis! Set the stage on fire" Anastasia smirked after hearing Cordelia "Oh I plan on doing just that" Cordelia's smile faltered 'why is she so smug with a dress like that she thought. Anastasia's name was announced, and she started walking on the ramp. The first person she made eye contact with was Hades. She blushed but tried to hide it anyway. Hades was impatiently waiti

she took out a bracelet Elin kept in her safe. It was glistening and shiny light pink in color with a heart embedded in it. Elin slowly let her fist lose its clutch and turned back. The first thing she did was to take the bracelet away from her hand and put it back in its respective box, “Go out Cory, I need to change”. Her tensed shoulder and cold expression doesn’t befitted Cory, she find it weird to withhold. How can the Elin, who have always been fond of her suddenly be cold toward her.

Delilah again had a string of questions. I squeezed her hand because, at this point, I realized something. She’s asking all these questions quickly because she is trying to focus on something that isn’t how all this makes her feel. She doesn’t want to feel her justifiable anger at Vittore, Lia, or her family. She wants to remain the sweet, carrying, level-headed Delilah. She’s struggling to do that. So I need to be her rock even when I feel like I’ll crumble. “Anastasia is in the hospital. Just as with Domitilla and Vittore, the level of magic used to safeguard Ersilia’s involvement was strong. They are recovering, and none are in danger or even listed as critical now.” Darren spoke up.

Anastasia was by her side, struggling to walk through the crowd as they searched for a less crowded spot. The fact that people around Arabella stared at her was real. They glanced once, then looked again just to make sure that woman really existed. And no one could blame them. The black dress hugging her body, the white gold necklace, and the stiletto heels made the woman splendid. But at this point, any outfit would have suited her well. The women walked to the bar. Anastasia was wearing dark jeans and a low-cut T-shirt, something that emphasized every curve of her well-defined body. They did not have to wait long to be served, after all, they were too beautiful to wait.

Anastasia said, smiling her annoying smile. "No," I said, holding my chin up. "She's never afraid of anything." Anastasia looked at me for a moment then before I could say anything, she rushed over and gracefully swung herself onto the saddle behind me. Stardust hissed at the unexpected extra weight and stomped her strong hooves on the ground but settled down again. I was too stunned to speak. Anastasia wrapped my arms around my waist and leaned over my shoulder. Her breath brought out a shivering chill in my body.