Elden Ring Sanguine Noble Novels & Stories

Her father and Marlowe have not yet returned from the Lagos Holdings post-engagement press meeting. Elowen walks over to the massive, wall-length display case in the center of the hall. Rows of ultra-rare, century-old wolf-blood wines sit behind reinforced glass—Benedict Hartwell’s most prized possession, worth millions of credits and gathered from alpha territories across the world. She opens the glass door, reaching into the center shelf. She pulls out the holy grail of his collection—a rare 1892 bottle of Royal Silver-Blood Wine, a priceless artifact gifted to Benedict by the Pack Council.

Seraphina’s POV Diantha was always adorned in an array of lavish jewelry—rings, bracelets, brooches that shimmered in the light. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Our kind—noble bloodlines—had easy access to wealth. And even though the Tianling family was technically new, rising into the elite circles only in the last decade, it wasn’t impossible for them to have some precious heirlooms. But this much? And this specific?

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

said Erik. “Whoever wants it for what the Silverling Heart is supposed to do, will either wear it without realizing it burned their skin, or will hold it long enough to try to make silver, meaning long enough for the pendant, or the chain, to touch blood. Lore says it only works if the wearer is an elf, but you know a lot of mages and fays won’t know or try it out anyway,” said Gus. “Whoever finds it might wear it just because it looks pretty, thinking it won’t work on them, but oh well, still one less foe,” said Henry.

Aameris spoke almost in a whisper, but everyone in the room heard him. The three couples kissed, then turned to look at the crowd. Lindaat started to glow, and a crown appeared on her head. Twisted silver and bronze metals looking like a tree being held by silver roots. Around the crown, small diamonds rose, looking almost like trees. When she turned to look at Teleraamon, he had a circlet of the same silver and bronze on his head. Ailive gasped when a crown appeared on her head, with a solid silver band with sapphires around the edges that looked almost like tears. Dakkaath had a circlet of silver with a hint of bronze in it. Xylia smiled brightly at the two, then felt something on her head

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.”

Eli stood in front of the dressing table, still wrapped in a soft towel from the bath. His body felt clean but tired, the warm water having washed away layers of dirt, blood, and exhaustion from the long night. The platinum collar around his neck caught the soft bedroom light, gleaming quietly. He reached out and picked up the prominent black velvet box that sat on the table. It felt heavy in his hands. The new crest engraved on the lid a stylized V intertwined with an R made his breath catch.

"The pull just gave me a direction." The Resonance, spreading through bloodlines connected to the unified crown. Even ones nobody knew existed. "Do you shift?" I asked carefully. She met my eyes. Held them. "Yes," she said. "What color?" A pause. Just long enough. "Not gold," she said. "Not fully. More like" She searched for the word. "Amber." Half the bloodline. Same mother, different father. There's enough Varek blood to feel the Resonance, enough to carry the pendant, but perhaps not enough for the gold.

“And now I want to show you the gift inside.” She slowly opened the lid of the small chest. Inside lay the beautiful necklace with the heart-shaped pendant made of sapphire. The blue stone caught the light and glowed softly. Elara gasped. “Gilly… this is so beautiful.” Neri covered her mouth. “It looks so expensive,” she whispered. Gilly smiled shyly. “I know. I did not expect something like this.” Elara leaned closer. “Jack must have gone through a lot to get this. It looks rare.”