Elden Ring Golden Vow Location Novels & Stories

"Wendy ..." "It's fine." I work the ring off my finger. "It's not important." At least, it's not important anymore. It used to be, but a lot more has taken center stage since then. There's very little I wouldn't give up to make sure the Golden Coin comes to my hands and not the Silver Hunters’. "Here." I hand the ring over. "Now, we heard that Igor Rhodes is at the Dyad Marketplace. Where is that?" She studies the ring. "I can give you an address. But first, you must swear on your most precious possession that you will not tell anyone I gave you this information."

Saelith began, “is older than the werewolf bloodline itself. It lies deep in the Forgotten Vale, a cursed place untouched by light for over a thousand years. Only the bearer of the Golden Flame can pass the threshold.” Elizabeth nodded. “Then I’ll go. Alone, if I must.” Lucian’s snarl was immediate. “You will never walk into shadow alone. I go where you go.” She turned to him, heart swelling. “Then we walk together. Into whatever darkness awaits.” The journey began with six.

“I can’t believe you’re here. How did you get here?” “Long story short, Drago sent his men to kill me and I taught them a lesson. I got to Stingray Island and that sick man Drago had once shown me a map of the island. So I know this place like the palm of my hand. I snuck in straight here thanks to the GPS in Marco’s phone. No one knows I’m here, so we can hit this Obsidian with the element of surprise. The Golden Leaf is locked up on the opposite side of this island in a warehouse which is NOT underground, thank God. It’s in a five glass thick cube with three hundred of Obsidian’s soldiers guarding it. I was told this before I turned against Drago. I realised I made a mistake by joining Dra

The bonding dais in the royal glade looked like it had been carved from moonlight and patience - white stone veined with pale gold, draped in ribbon-thin spellcloth that fluttered whenever the wind changed its mind. Elowen stood close enough to taste the cold sweetness of the warding charm at her throat, the small charm her mother had pressed into her palm days ago like a promise that could be worn.

He was covered from head to toe in enemy blood, his breathing ragged, but his amber eyes were burning with a desperate, possessive reverence as he looked down at my pale face. "You held the dark," he murmured, his deep voice carrying a rare, trembling edge as he pressed his forehead against mine. His large hand came up to cup the back of my neck, his fingers resting right against the heavy obsidian collar. "They are broken, Elara. The road to the Golden City is wide open." I leaned heavily into his chest, the metallic scent of blood and winter wind filling my senses as a dangerous, cold smile finally touched my lips. "Then let's not keep the Inquisitor waiting," I whispered, my violet eyes f

They were all set and ready to depart when Elara came out with a necklace in her hands. “Hazel dear, please come forward,” she called after the happy hazel. Hazel stopped pacing and walked towards the priestess who was in a flowing white gown, she never wore any other colour than white. “Yes, priestess Elara,” hazel replied. Elara raised her hands showing hazel the necklace which sparkled, it had the image on Hazel's wrist, a crowned wolf on fire. “You will have this and wear it always, it will guide you and protect you also.”

Somehow she thinks it has Avery's name written all over it. Her mind races with possibilities as she opens the lid. Elodie's eyes widen, her gaze sweeping over the interior of the box. Nestled within is a stunning, unmistakable wedding ring, with its band crafted from fine, white gold. Elodie's eyes lock onto the glistering jewel, her eyes wrapping around the gem in the center. Instead of the usual diamond, this one has a….. jade gem. You can say it matches her eyes. “This is beautiful,” Elodie breathes, her thoughts escaping her lips.

"Because he's been ahead of us the whole time. Let us think we were winning. Let us kill his brother. Let us find Elise. All so he could take her when we weren't looking." Damien crushed the note in his fist. "Where's the ritual happening?" "The Covenant Chamber," Elena said. "Has to be. Only place the blood vows work." "We destroyed that place." "We destroyed the entrance. The Chamber's underground. Behind stone doors that only open with the right blood." "Elise's blood," Celeste said. "And yours." Elena looked at her. "You're both heirs. Both from the original bloodlines. Together you can open any door in that mountain."

I was surrounded by trees and by the scent of it, I knew they were Cherwood trees, the sacred trees of MoonShire, our symbol. I managed to raise myself up above the water, but instead of me to be dripping wet, I was completely dry. Everywhere was quiet asides the birds chirping and the sound of the flowing streams. The place was serene and beautiful. "Where am I?" I asked, wondering if this was Havella, the Wolf heaven I always read about in books at the Palace library. I noticed my locket was open and no longer glowing as I last remembered. "Welcome Elowen" I heard a voice behind me. I spun around to see who it was. In front of me stood a woman. She was clothed in a silver robe, her long wh

“You two are enough already,” Elara warned us, rubbing her eyes. She seemed very tired. “Save that energy for the spell. Let's go.” We arrived at the garden and sat around the circle containing the engravings. “How are we going to do this?” I asked, not wanting to reveal my current state. “We need something to lead her to the Alpha,” Denver assessed. “Do you have something he gave you?” I put my hand directly on the necklace I had received on the day of training.