Elden Ring Novels & Stories

“Even if it is here, only the Archon Hunters may enter the Ardrad. So come back and ask again after you reach such rank.” Larice clawed her nails on the wooden desk. This old man’s crazy. He just said it as if it’s possible for her to collect over fifty Dragonites from fifty dragons to reach the Archon Rank. She couldn’t help but slam both hands against the desk and said, “Please, I really need to know—“ “LARICE WHITEWIND.” The sharp voice of Erlind struck the silent space of Librad. Larice grimaced, slowly turning to where the voice came from, only to find the forty-three-year-old, skeletal woman darting her eyes.

Maybe they are used to girls buying rings for their men. “Well then, allow me to lead you to the ring section. Please follow me.” Elsa said and started walking as Claire and I followed behind her back. We soon reached the ring section and she told us to look around and choose for ourselves. As I looked around, I soon found a sterling silver ring band. Perfect! I thought. The ring also has a percentage of tungsten in it. Which is very good. Because tungsten has a high level of durability and strength. That’s why it’s always advisable that when buying a man’s ring, especially an engagement or wedding ring, it should contain tungsten. How did I know? Well let’s say I did some research yesterday

Most of the time going out to the carnival, usually she would be restrained by her father, or didn't have the money to buy anything she liked. “Do you want to buy this?” Elias picked up the ring with the blood-colored stone and asked Lily. "I don't have the money to buy it." Lily looked sadly at Elias, then back at the ring and said. Elias laughed, picked up the ring and put it on her finger: “Don't you remember I'm a prince? You can keep it if you like.” Lily raised her long slender arm, which was marked with an incredibly sparkly stone with passion. “Beautiful Elias!”

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.

Blood drips from the side of his neck, but it’s nothing serious. Handing my sword to Eldris, I toss the wedding band to the ground and open the locket. There are two women in it. A blonde with animated green eyes, and she holds a little girl in her arms. I pull out the picture and toss it to Eldris. “Have Remis search the villages in Eldora. Kill them on sight.”

Her fingers moved quickly across a laptop, eyes sharp and focused. “What is all this?” I asked. “Even if I explained it,” she said without looking up, “you wouldn’t understand.” “Rude.” “But accurate.” Fair enough. Something caught my eye on the table. A ring. Simple. Silver. Inlaid with faint blue markings that pulsed softly. “Ooo,” I said, picking it up. “What’s this?” “No idea,” Lily replied. “Probably a Purity artifact.” “Well,” I said, slipping it onto my finger, “it’s cute. I’m keeping it.”

"Now," Elena said, her voice taking on a ceremonial quality, "for the traditional gifts." She opened the first of the jewellery boxes, revealing a pair of earrings that caught the light in prismatic bursts. "Something new." The earrings were exquisite; teardrop sapphires surrounded by tiny diamonds that seemed to capture all the light in the room. "Elena," I breathed, "they're stunning." "They're from both Elijah and me," she said, helping me put them on. "Blue to match the sapphires in your crown, and to remind you that you'll always have a family who loves you."

She seemed to show great interest in my ability to see the future. “What did you say your wolf’s name was again?” She asked. I wasn’t sure why that was relevant but I answered, “Emerald.” “Hmm…” Alpha Everly muses. “It seems our wolves are sisters.” I tilt my head to the side. What could that mean? Everly’s POV

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Elaine urged. I looked at her. Her eyes were wet again, but her smile was soft and trembling. “It is your connection to your father’s dragon,” Elaine explained. “Aurelion.” The name struck something inside me. Aurelion. It sounded like gold under thunder. Like fire held in a crown. Like something I should have known before now. Elaine’s hand moved to mine. “This should have been established from birth,” Elaine continued, and her voice broke. “I am so sorry it took this long. I am sorry I had to take you before he could give it to you.”