Elden Ring Crucible: Wings Novels & Stories

Heads snapped toward the voice on that frozen battlefield, toward a tear in the void that rippled open like a wound of pure darkness and blinding white flame. A silhouette stepped through first. Tall, terrifying, wings, the color of dark void with gold and red highlights on its edges, a mix of primordial void, blood, hell, and burning divinity. Lucifer. His wings spread wide, casting a shadow to devour the battlefield and a radiance to drown out the moonlight. His eyes now burned with a deeper, older power none had seen since the First War.

"I understand that perhaps yesterday I was a little uncalled for. This is my apology to you, and I hope that from here on, we can put the past behind us and face the future as allies. We have been rather blinded by all the hearsay and rumours. Although mistakes were made, to er is human. I will see you tonight. Do forgive me – Eldridge." I placed it down slowly, picking up two of the crystals, a ruby… and a carnelian. Strange, these stones were used for passion and love. Why would she send these? It wasn’t unusual for witches to send crystals or rocks along with gifts. I had packed many boxes for Elinai to give to others when I was younger. Wouldn’t crystals used for new beginnings have been

Unbreakable. “You are not a vessel.” Her grip tightens. “I’m not.” “You choose.” The words settle into her. Deep. Powerful. Final. Her wolf rises fully beside mine. Silver. Radiant. Alive. We choose. The entity pushes harder. The Veil screams. The world fractures. The Witch shouts something— I don’t hear it. Because Elara— She steps forward. Not pulled. Not taken. Choosing. Light explodes from her body. Brighter than before.

Turning to look at its sides, it saw nothing then it sees a shadow from above. It looks up and sees Elizabeth falling towards it with the steel spear in her hands. “AHHHHHH!!!!” It saw her and opportunity. After all, she didn’t have the wings to maneuver herself midair. The Draco roars and opens its maw. It quickly releases a plume of fire towards the flightless Elizabeth. The fire quickly reaches Elizabeth but instead of showing fear, she showed conviction. Summoning her willpower, Elizabeth uses her divine gift’s 2nd level.

Her smile, laced with blood, looked haunting. A Haunt swept in, scattering the cash and gold bars from the car. Sparks flew, and the flames roared to life with a loud whoosh. I pulled a gold bar from my pocket. "Hear me, infant spirits, it's time for our final showdown!" The winds howled as I watched my mom wail in despair. Her tears were for her wealth, not a shred of worry for me. I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought.

Both men enjoyed every second of that bonding. Jon was very curious about their slingshots. They were deadly and quiet. It was a weapon made for goblins during the war. The elastic part was made of the intestines of a rare species of fish that lived only in goblin lakes and gave the bullet tremendous speed with almost no sound. The Y-shaped handle was made of detar wood, which had an extreme ability to bend. Above the hilt were holes in which the bullets were held, and a skilled warrior could fire five or six bullets in a rapid sequence before he had to refill the holes with new bullets. But the deadliest part of the weapon was the bullet itself. Deep in the goblin lakes was an unusual type

It hangs there, shimmering like liquid diamonds. The silver water begins to swirl, forming two distinct sparks of light. One is a fierce, burning gold. I instantly recognise that it represents Kaeden. The other is a soft, pulsing emerald, flickering with a hidden, ancient power, Avara. As the Priestess chants, a thin cord of brilliant white light begins to manifests between the two sparks. It pulses in time with a heartbeat, growing stronger and more vibrant the longer it remains in the air. Elara’s eyes roll back in her head, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She stares into the light for a moment, then stumbles back, clutching her chest, her face white.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The voice rolled on, deeper now, layered with thunder. “Erelah—Whisperer of Doubt.” Erelah took a step back, real fear on her face. “Elias—Valarieth—wait—” He didn’t. His gaze locked on the third. “Raziel—Forger of the Lie.” The marble floor beneath Raziel’s feet broke apart. Elias stood taller, divine light bursting from his chest, wreathing his form in flames of judgment. His wings unfurled—not the gentle feathered light of before, but massive arcs of pure glyphic power, each feather a burning rune.