Elden Ring Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Elara sat cross-legged near the fireplace wearing one of Riven’s oversized black shirts while reading through one of the ancient wolf books her mother had brought earlier that day. Well... “reading” was a generous word. She was mostly staring at the same paragraph repeatedly while thinking about Riven upstairs. Specifically, Riven shirtless. Riven smirking. Riven pinning her against walls. Riven’s voice inside her head. Very educational thoughts. “You’re thinking loudly again.”

"If you burn this, your story with me... it never reaches a conclusion. We'll be in this 'Volatile Middle' forever. The tension, the fighting, the hunger... it never settles into peace." Elara looked into his grey eyes. She saw the demon who had branded her, the man who had died for her, and the partner who was now standing in the Zero-Point with her. "Peace is just another word for 'Paid in Full', Vane," Elara said. "And I’m not interested in being settled." She touched the flame to the corner of the book. The leather didn't burn with orange fire. It erupted in a geyser of white light and rainbow colored ink. The pages turned into birds made of words, flying out of the vault, through the co

They had the magic, now a part of them, pulsing in their veins like a second heartbeat. Ellie appeared in the doorway, her small hand wrapped around a scroll—the one Lira had found, covered in sketches of ice temples and frozen runes. “Ready, Mamma?”​ Elara took her hand, smiling as the silver fire from the hearth merged with the phoenix mark on Ellie’s chest. “Ready.”​ Together, they walked back to the great hall, where he waited, his red brand glowing faintly in the morning light. The pack was gathering, their faces set with determination, their hands resting on their weapons.​