Elden Ring Untouchable Novels & Stories

Out here, I’m the one in charge. The song shifts, the bass line deepening, and I drop low, my palms brushing the floor before I push back up, rolling my hips to the beat. My thighs burn, but I don’t let it show. You can’t show strain. You can’t show anything that makes them think you’re not untouchable. Untouchable. That’s a joke. Under the makeup and sequins, I’m just a girl who once slept in her car for a week because rent was late. Who’s made mistakes. Who still doesn’t know how to stop making them.

he interrupted, slipping his phone away. I stopped him, took the phone back, and dialed my number. “I guess it won’t hurt.” “See?” he smirked. I gulped my wine. “Alcoholic?” “Nope. I don’t want a headache tomorrow.” He chuckled. “You must get drunk easily.” “Exactly.” “Urm, excuse me?” the waiter interrupted. I raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you Alexa Leonard—Mrs. Alexa Anderson? The woman who proposed to the Anderson twin heir because you fell hard for his charm? Then why are you here flirting with another man?”

"My heart is in your hands now. Throw it away if you want; I won't stop you. But I will wait for you, until the day you give me an answer." He spoke the most sincere words in an almost joking tone. I clutched the ring tightly, afraid of losing it. I found a silk cord, threaded it through the ring, and wore it around my neck. Seeing the pink diamond resting against my heart, Enzo's lips curved into an imperceptible smile. It was as if his heart was pressed against mine. As we turned to leave, a familiar figure blocked our path. Kieran stood against the light, his expression hidden in shadow. He clutched a gift box, while a bouquet of flowers, clearly meant for me, lay discarded on the ground.

Her fingers kept feeling each sides of the diamond ring and she won't stop touching it. Last night... It was beyond description. It was beyond any speakable moments of her life. First, taken by a demon then, falling in love with him, and now... she's engaged to him. All this, she has vowed never to forget. A knock was offered on the door... "Come in." She ordered. Elena walked in as she shut the door behind her. She looked above her shoulder with a warm smile before turning to fully look at Elena. Elena's gaze held too many questions and only an answer from Lora could answer them.

"I am the Shield." He pulls me closer. He steps into my space, his chest brushing against my breasts. I can feel the heat radiating off him, burning through the thin silk of my dress. "I bind the body," he says. He releases my wrist and reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants. He pulls out a ring. It isn't platinum like Aureliano’s. It isn't delicate. It is a band of dark, matte tungsten. Heavy. Indestructible. It looks like a piece of a tank.

A rich, sweet scent of vanilla and expensive silk drifted into the air. Resting inside, nestled in layers of black tissue paper, was a piece of lingerie. But it wasn't just any lingerie. It was a sheer, crimson lace bodysuit. It was completely backless, with a dangerously low-cut front that would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. My breath caught in my throat. My face burned with instant heat. Tucked into the side of the box was a small, heavy card. I opened it, my eyes widening as I read the neat handwriting:

She didn't quite understand why he would choose her. She looked at her ring on her finger,it was indeed very beautiful. The large diamond at the centre glimmered underneath the white light of her lounge. Around the band were tiny blue gems which matched her deep blue eyes. There was atleast twenty gems on the ring. It looked expensive and custome made. "Although it was stunning,it was a curse on her finger. It was the root of her problem,if that ring was not on her finger ,she wouldn't have run off!" Willow thought.

For a moment, the world outside this dark room crept back into her mind—the weight of her name, the legacy of Thornfield, the man she could never quite escape. She took the phone, exhaling sharply before answering. “Hello?” Daniel Thornfield’s voice was calm, unreadable. “Where are you?” Elara’s grip tightened around the phone. “Handling something.” “You missed an important meeting. And now, I hear rumors about an attack at a hotel?” A pause. His voice lowered. “Tell me you weren’t involved.” Her silence was answer enough. “Elara.” His voice carried something colder this time. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Romy’s fingers moved once along the folded edge of the parcel. “I learned this afternoon.” Her thumb pressed into the paper seam. “Eleanor told me he followed every credible lead for three years.” Devon watched the road. Liam had searched countries, clubs, and competition lists for a woman hidden in Kensington’s house. He had lived beside her for those same three years and failed to look deeply enough to understand that she was disappearing. “Does knowing that change anything between you and him?” he asked. The question sounded controlled, but his grip had already tightened around the wheel.

She rounded a bend, and her blood ran cold. Lira lay on the ground, her spear broken beside her, a black tendril coiled around her good arm. The shadow loomed over her, a mass of roiling darkness, its edges flickering like fire. “Elara, run!” Lira screamed, but the tendril tightened, and she cried out as her skin began to turn gray. Elara didn’t run. She held the vial high, letting the flame grow brighter. “Over here, you bastard!” The shadow whipped toward her, its form stretching into a clawed hand that reached for Ellie. But Ellie screamed, a high, clear sound, and a burst of golden light erupted from her—burning the shadow’s tendril to ash.