Elden Ring Sanguine Noble Novels & Stories

The crown glittered so bright as it was brought in. Zenith's fist curled. He was going to disappoint his father. Never has a werewolf ever worn the Lycan Crown, Never! Not in history. A muscle in his jaw ticked at the thought alone. Stopping right before them, Selda rose up and went to collect it from them. She carried it and went to meet Zenith. She knelt before him and their eyes locked. A smirk played at the edge of her lips and her Wolf moved onto the surface, her eyes turned blue, and his beast snarled at her audacity. Flinching a bit, the tray almost fell to the ground, her wolf recoiled back in fear.

I had brought her to the estate so that she could go through them to find some for tonight. For me, she chose a diamond necklace that had three rows of diamonds with a large bloodstone at the base of it. Bloodstone was highly sought after in the supernatural community, so it would definitely be perfect for tonight. Plus, the size of it was remarkable. To this day, Grandmother Ayla still had not told us how she got her hands on it. There were matching earrings to go with it. Then there was a designer black-gold diamond ring. Black-gold diamonds were extremely rare as well. Francesca told Pylorna how she wanted Elle’s hair to be done. Then she focused on my hair and makeup. I was floored with

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem

Declan taps the back of my head playfully. Dean laughs, shaking his head, "No. Goliath is very fond of you and Gem. As is Declan, and he respects that you can do that. It's normally only our Luna with that capability or other alphas, even then it's rare they can make us surrender. But now that I am looking at you and thinking back to your mother. You two do resemble the Esos family. Your green eyes. Those emerald piercing green eyes, are rare. Then the color of your fur, jet-black with an emerald green tint."

Eranthe averted her eyes, "Just curious, that's all." "Actually, this is part of a set of ruby jewelry customized by a prince of a certain country for his beloved," Colin stated plainly, a hint of mischief in his tone. "There's not only the anklet, but also a diamond-studded lingerie. Rumor has it that his lover had delicate and fair skin, and the diamond's sparkling luster could reflect her entire body, making her look as radiant as a shining angel... "

I slip on the delicate circlet they had made just for today—Golden Elm leaves wrought into a crown, each one made of a different shade of moonstone. The Great Hall is full when we arrive. Guests from all five allied packs stand shoulder to shoulder. Banners display Moon River’s silvery blue, Ebonlight’s black and crimson, Nightshade’s deep violet, Ravensong’s rich navy, and of course, Golden Elm’s red and gold. I spot Leo instantly. He’s near the front, standing tall beside Marek and Hanna. His eyes find mine and soften with pride. Trumpets sound, and drums beat—a low, steady rhythm that echoes in my chest. We step onto the raised platform built beneath the archway of braided vines and flowe

I could smell the ozone of a distant storm, but most of all, I could feel him. Girard was a low-frequency hum at the base of my spine. Even though he was downstairs in the study, I knew he was pacing. I knew his jaw was tight. I knew he was hungry—and not for food. The blackened silver ring on my finger felt like it was glowing. It didn’t just sit on my skin; it pulsed against my bone. “It’s called the Lien de Sang,” Girard’s voice drifted from the doorway.

Chapter 4: The Masquerade The black diamonds felt like a cold, heavy collar. Elena stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the east wing, her fingers trembling as she wrestled with the platinum clasp. The stones were a deep, obsidian hue—darker than the shadows pooling in the corners of the room. They didn’t sparkle with the cheerful light of white diamonds; instead, they seemed to absorb the room’s glow, much like the man who had gifted them to her.

But it’s the fourth figure that scares me the most—a man I recognize from the trial, one of the nobles who demanded Kael hand me over to the Council for judgment. Lord Aldric sh me?” Lord Aldric’s smile is sharp as a blade. “You’re very valuable, Lady Elara. Your bloodline is, at least.” I blink at him. “What are you talking about?” “Eclipse Born.” The words drop from his lips like stones into murky water. “A rare bloodline, born of a shifter and a powerful witch. Your kind has the ability to control the wolves of shifters.” Everything inside me goes still—my thoughts, even my breathing. “That’s impossible.”

A family trait passed down through generations. “How do you know my name?” He stepped closer. “Listen carefully. The color of your blood is silver. That’s how I knew. Only Lynix carry that ancient strain, the one that makes you immune to silver. You heal too fast, too perfectly making you a pure descendant of the Silver wolves.” Laughter burst out of me… sharp, disbelieving. “That’s ridiculous. You’re out of your mind.” The sound echoed in the quiet alcove, brittle and forced. But it died fast. Too fast.