Elder Princess Shroob Novels & Stories

The shadows responded to his command, intertwining with the stone and creating an opening. The group stepped through the archway, entering the grove. The air inside was filled with a soft, melodic hum, and the ground was covered with delicate, glowing flowers. The grove seemed to pulse with life, and the presence of the spirits was stronger than ever. As they ventured deeper into the grove, they encountered various spirit-based obstacles and traps. Allan used his shadows to create safe pathways, and Elara's flames provided light and warmth. Lila's connection to nature allowed her to sense the spirits' movements, guiding the group safely through the grove.

The Altundral princess Chapter forty-five Epilogue Delilah Blue's point of view It has been ten years since that day, the day we defeated the Evil gods, ten years of peace within the universe. Elior is growing into such a loving little boy, he strong just like his father he's already showing signs of his god powers, I've seen he has the same healing power that I have as for his father's dragon side, it's too early to tell we shall have to wait and see until he's older for that.

Black moray eels swam into the light, wrapped themselves around Erida's tail, rubbed their elongated muzzles against it and turned to Ereb. The newt clenthed his teeth because of the sea sorceress’s – Erida’s and her sisters' aunt – pets. Their aunt helped the youngest princesses to leave Umbra and put a spell on tail to be legs. No one knew if the old beast was alive or if the abyss had swallowed up her remains. People saw sea foam and never know that all these are pieces of dead newts and mermaids. “I’m grateful you let some of my sons guard the southern waters in shifts. And I'll stay where I'm supposed to,” muttered Ereb, bowing his head.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

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.

Just the hum of the earth beneath her feet and the quiet question that had followed her since the first city burned: Am I becoming her? The wind here didn’t sing. It watched. She stepped over the threshold and into the shadow. The altar was cracked. The runes long faded. And at the centre, where old ash still clung to the stone, stood a figure. Not fully formed. Not quite alive. Not quite dead. Elara. She wore no crown. Only the scars of too many wars and the silence of too many regrets. Her hair was wind-tangled, her dress scorched at the hem.

She was suddenly grumpy. Yulli using his keen ability to smell, checked if the elf was lying. However, different kinds of scents were combined inside. It was hard for him to pick up if there was lemongrass. A female hybrid came rushing as soon as she saw him. She wore a black robe, and her prominent white bunny ears protruded from her head. “Shifter, come here.” Yulli came with the hybrid. She grabbed his arm going out. “What’s the matter? I want a bundle of golden lemongrass since I need it badly.”

I was the only place in the entire estate where no one looked at me and saw a mistake. That morning I carried my treasures there: the porcelain doll’s hand, the black scale (now wrapped in silk and hidden inside a tin box), and a book I had stolen from the library (The Chronicles of Eldoria, Volume III, the one with the torn page that showed a serpent prince with eyes of living fire). I was tracing the outline of his face with a finger when I heard humming. Soft. Sweet. Like warm honey dripping off a spoon. Isla toddled around the corner, dragging a stuffed rabbit twice her size. She wore a white dress embroidered with tiny roses, grass stains already on the hem. Her curls were tied with blu

Her nails ached, and she shoved her hands under the table, scared of what they might become. The library door swung open, and a familiar figure stepped in—Elara, the seer from the woods. Her dark hair was pulled back, her green eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, her silver pendant glinting with a crescent moon etched in runes. She moved toward them, her presence quiet but heavy, like she carried secrets older than the school itself.