Elden Ring Ancient Dragon Prayer Book Novels & Stories

Elena picked up the phone and found it was Lennie’s number again. She frowned before she answered the phone call. “I’ve told you I am busy,” she said coldly to the dragon princess. Lennie didn’t reply right away. After a few seconds of strange silence, the princess said, “Name me a price. I will give you anything as long as you give me the Moon Goddess’s relic.” Elena pressed her lips. All of a sudden, she realized Lennie didn’t know Ragnar was sick too. Or else, the dragon princess would be threatening her instead of negotiating.

, Elder Yophiel answered, “We didn’t lead him to it, he uncovered the location himself. No dragon was ever concerned with its whereabouts provided it was safe. They knew it was for all our benefit” Dragomir nodded in understanding. “Dragomir”, Raisel called out to him, “This place is familiar” His forehead creased, “How could you possibly…?”, he questioned in confusion. “Bloodstone, white enclave, facing where all men go to atone, lions on guard?” He raised a brow, “What’s that?” “The book, the only one on the heart of magic, the one you were reading to me the other time?”, she tried to juggle his memory.

Sean sighed with resignation. "The elders hid the Relic with a spell. After all, that Relic is sacred to the Dragon race. It was said that the power or ability which were granted to each individual dragon somehow comes from that relic. So our race looks at that Relic as our God and auspicious." Sean stopped to gather his thoughts. "Yes, I heard it from my father," Drage said.

The air here was colder, heavier, scented with faint jasmine, the same perfume that had clung to Seraphine’s ghostly form. Kael stepped forward first. His fingers brushed the book’s cover, hesitant, reverent. “She hid it here. The full prophecy. The ritual.” Elara moved beside him. The bond pulsed, urgent, warning. “We shouldn’t open it without knowing what it does.” But Kael was already lifting the chain. The lock snapped open at his touch, blood recognition. The tome fell open with a soft sigh, pages yellowed but intact. Words in an ancient script glowed faintly as they read:

he said before bowing and leaving me alone. I didn’t waste a second. My fingers traced along the spines until they stopped at a book titled Lunar Cycles. My heart began to race. I grabbed two more relevant-looking books and carried them to a wooden table in the corner. I started reading quickly, flipping through page after page, searching for the circular symbol my mum had shown me. In the middle of the second book, I found it. An ancient illustration showed a dragon bound within a ring of fire, with a black moon encircled by a glowing halo. Beneath it was a passage written in an old language—thankfully, I could still piece it together from what I’d learned of ancient magical script at the a

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

“I have never seen your magic, Eli, and I look forward to witnessing you in battle.” A quick breath escaped Eli’s nose. “You won’t be disappointed. In fact, I will be the one to carry and protect you, Your Highness.” Arth watched as Elicantris raised one hand into the air and called, “Awaken.” White light flashed above her hand, hurting Arth’s eyes that he had to cover them. When the light slowly faded, he uncovered her eyes, only to see an ancient golden book; flaring in white flames. Elicantris smiled, her face shone by the glowing light. “Surprised, Your Highness? I bet you’ve never seen an Ascension Summoning before …”

"There may be something in one of my ancient texts. Follow me." I trailed behind him through a hidden passage, arriving at a small, windowless room lined floor-to-ceiling with dusty books. He selected a large, ornate tome from its place of honor atop a carved pedestal. Flipping carefully through the crinkled pages, he announced "Aha! Here." He pointed to a passage titled 'Taming Ancient Dragons.' I leaned in eagerly to read the old-fashioned script. "It says if a dragon already dwells within you, consider the ancient dragon's essence a gift to empower it."

There was a circle that was surrounded by huge rocks. We walked to the center of the circle and faced each other. She produced a dagger that had a dragon's head carved into the hilt and a golden chalice. She said, "Please hold out your hands." We each held out our hand and she cut each of our hands and let the blood drip into the chalice as she said, "Chloe, you are now granted a dragon spirit to accompany Saige, your wolf spirit." Then she turned to Aidinth and said, "I need you to breathe a little fire into the chalice." Aidinth breathed fire into the chalice, and she handed it to me as she said, "Chloe, please drink after Aidinth stands behind you and prepares to catch you." Aidinth moves

She turned immediately to Elda, repeating the exact same motion by painting a matching red mark across Elda's forehead to link our souls together. With the seals in place, the head priestess walked over to a stone pedestal and picked up a massive, heavy book. The cover was made of dark, ancient leather, and the yellowed pages inside were covered in handwritten spells, dark illustrations, and dangerous ancient rituals. Holding the heavy text firmly in both hands, she assumed her position at the front of the circle and started chanting in a loud, echoing voice.