Elder Princess Shroob Novels & Stories

They wanted to eat her. The biggest Rogue came forward. It had six legs and a mouth full of teeth. "The gate to freedom is narrow " it said. "It needs a key of blood. The White Queen promised us the blood of the Blackwood Alpha. She gave us a Princess instead." The creature attacked Elara. She dodged to the side. Her light trailed behind her. She was not fighting for her pack anymore; she was fighting for her life. She threw a bolt of fire at the creature. It did not burn. The Rogue just swallowed the fire and its eyes glowed brighter.

The pack was cloaked from the world; it was practically impossible to find or track, so how did they manage to get us? “We can worry about that later, now we have company,” Kaiser said, looking off to the horde of werewolves approaching us. The wolves weren't alone; there were some creatures made of pure shadows. This means one of the Elders has umbra magic and the ability to manipulate shadows. Accompanying the Elders army was Yakmesh. My eyes burnt in anger as I spotted him. He was here, that means probably Lucien was here too. I was going to make sure this would be where I would kill them both.

he said and I fought the urge to scoff, “but we come with a desperate plea for your help.” “A plea?” My brows furrowed in confusion. “What kind of help?” I asked. Elder Elara, a stern woman with streaks of silver through her dark hair, took a step closer. I immediately recoiled because I’ve never liked her. “Shadow Claw is suffering,” she said, her voice tight with emotion. “A plague has swept through the Coven, infecting a lot of our people, your people. It is spreading rapidly, leaving death in its wake.”

Blazing red light erupted from the Elder’s inflating body. Violent energy drained all air from the surroundings. Eira stood far too close. The stench of tearing flesh filled her nose. “Fall back!” Eira yanked her dagger free, pushed off the pillar with her toes, and flew backward. Peak Commander Realm moonlight essence erupted without reserve mid-air, forming a translucent silver shield before her. The next instant, the Elder’s body detonated. There was no deafening boom, only a terrifying dull thud.

A wave of pure, black shadow hit Soren like a wall, throwing him ten feet back. I looked past him, my vision blurry, and for a second, I smelled Midnight Orchid through all the blood. The air got so cold my breath turned to ice. A figure stepped through the mist at the broken gate. She wasn't wearing a maid's dress anymore. She was covered in shadows that flowed around her like a queen's robe. Her hair was wild, and her eyes weren't just silver—they were glowing with a scary, ancient power. My heart literally stopped. "Elara?" I breathed.

"Sailor Moon!" Erik asked the little girl again, and got his reply in another animated tone. As soon as everyone was seated, a full tea set appeared in the low center table with a lot of biscuits and cookies prepared for the group. Sona jumped off Erik's lap and started to attack the cookies, and Lady Sitri looked at the tea set and snacks with curiosity. Erik, noticing his mother-in-law's face, answered her unasked question. "It's the house-elves, Elleanor. Hogwarts is attended by a small army of house-elves."

We'll lose before the first blow if we stick to old rules. Elder Marek: "You speak boldly for someone who" Elara: "isn't one of you? So maybe it's time for me to show you why I'm not like you. Her voice got low, like a snarl. She gently raised her hands, and the air sparkled. The council gasped as her shape started to change; she was neither wholly wolf nor fully human. Her skin had a subtle silver shimmer, and her eyes were full of golden fire. She had a powerful, old, and primeval aura.

Anna remained perched on the stone altar, the white shroud clinging to her skin, but her gaze was fixed on the space between the boiling iron pot and the old woman. Standing there was a shadow that didn't belong to the dead or the living. It was a young woman, translucent and radiant, her hair the color of midnight and her eyes the same electric blue that had defined Anna’s life. She looked so much like Elara, but the age was wrong,she was a snapshot of a girl who had never been allowed to grow old. The shadow girl pointed a delicate finger at the Crone, then at herself, and finally at Anna.

My heart pounded. This wasn’t reality. This was something else. A dream. Or something more. A shadow flickered in the distance. My breath caught as a figure stepped forward, materializing from the mist like a ghost from the past. Elara. She stood before me, her long silver hair flowing in the nonexistent wind, her blue eyes filled with something unreadable—sorrow, urgency, and something deeper. Something darker. She was dressed in a deep blue gown, the fabric shimmering like water under the moonlight.

She examines the old, leather-bound spines with wide eyes. "This must have been a mistake," she murmurs, running her fingers over the covers. "Wow… these are… incredible." I step closer. "What is it?" Elizabeth slides out a thick, dusty book from one of the upper shelves. "I’ve heard of this one—it’s a book of legends."