Elder Princess Shroob Novels & Stories

They are mentioned in chapter 72 which Glovia used one to send a message to the king and queen in Eurie. Limpets- They are like the dark and scary opposite of dwarves. They have a body like a zombies with their face bandaged, eyes are orange, sharp teeth, long ears, no nose and hold weapons. They serve the black goddess. They are mentioned in chapter 45 when Vlash and Riri got attacked in the old ancient tree.

“There’s something you need to see.” They crested a low ridge, and the ruins of a forgotten shrine revealed themselves below—half-swallowed by the land, glowing faintly with blue fire. Elara dismounted without a word, pulled toward the center by something she couldn’t name. She stepped over broken pillars, her fingers brushing ancient stone. Then she saw it. A mural, hidden beneath ivy and decay. Time hadn’t been kind to it, but the lines were still clear—a girl crowned in flame, standing between two beings. One wreathed in ice and shadow. The other veiled in golden light.

Played by everyone. I leaned against the doorframe, unhurried, and pulled a memory crystal from my pocket. Light bloomed from the crystal. A projection filled the air. Elena lounged in the Elder's arms, twirling his beard between her fingers. "Darling, you're so clever." Her voice dripped with sugar. "For the Chief Shaman Healer selection— you have to help me crush all the competition." The Elder grinned, groping her without shame. "You've been generous too."

"I cannot take these, no!" Aelanor said, "And where did you even get these dresses from? I thought shadow creatures don't need clothes?" "I am a vessel for the worlds- the reason why I can change into a solid being, like yourselves, or shadow at will- which, I was sure you would have guessed if you were as clever as you look, Princess." Aelanor had had enough. Curling the black dress into her fists and quite forgetting that she was a Princess, she threw the lot at Haz'th, who ducked.

A veil of shadow, a simple but potent illusion, still clung to their features, obscuring them in a personal twilight. Delicate, pale fingers rose to the cowl of the cloak. With a careful, almost reverent tug, she pulled the hood back. The clinging shadow dissolved like mist in the sun, revealing a woman of striking, ageless beauty. Her hair was the color of dark ink, a stark contrast to her alabaster skin. Her light brown eyes, flecked with shimmering gold, remained fixed on the ground. But it was the graceful, tapered points of her ears that stole my breath. An elf. Here.

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

Listening. We moved quietly, blades drawn, magic sharp. And then—she appeared. Not like a ghost. Not like an attack. She simply stepped out from behind a thick oak, calm and waiting. The rogue witch. Elira. She wore a cloak of woven moss and bones. Her hair hung in wild braids tangled with feathers and teeth. One of her eyes was clouded white. The other glowed a sickly yellow. But she smiled. “Finally,” she rasped. “The prince comes crawling.”

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

She slammed her glowing fist into his chest, sending him flying backward into the trees. Eirlys screamed summoning her own power to shield him but Lunaria was faster. She grabbed the woman by her throat, lifting her off the ground with one hand. Eirlys struggled, clawing at Lunaria’s arm but it was useless. She is fighting for a goddess that is long locked in a dungeon. The goddess of witches. "You’ll be the first. For daring to touch my daughter!” Lunaria smiled her voice dripping with venom. Eirlys’s scream was cut short as Lunaria’s hand glowed brighter burning through her skin. In seconds, Eirlys disintegrated into ash and her body scatter in the wind.

A delighted squeal that echoed through the room. “You called her good,” she said. “Marek called someone good. I am going to faint.” Marek glared at her. “Get out.” “Make me.” “I will.” “I would like to see you try,” she said boldly. I blinked. “Why are the two of you like this?” “We are cousins,” Elara said proudly. “That explains nothing,” I replied. She waved her hand and continued sorting clothes. “Try the boots. They match.” The boots were white with silver buckles. I slipped them on and stomped experimentally. “Acceptable.”