Elder Princess Shroob Novels & Stories

The whispers around the chamber grew into a cacophony of screams. The mirrors rippled like water, and dark, wraithlike figures stepped out, their forms shifting and indistinct but their intent clear. “Shades,” Ellara said, her voice taut. “They feed on doubt and despair. Be careful!” The shades lunged, their movements erratic and lightning-fast. Zoe ducked under one’s swipe, her claws glowing with Aetherian energy as she counterattacked. The shade let out an unearthly shriek as her strike connected, dissipating into smoke.

I felt bad for having brought up the conversation, but I barley knew anything about him, and if we were going to remain together I needed to know. “Yes all of them.” His voice was clipped, making it blatantly clear he had no interest in talking about this with me, much to my surprise he continued. “A couple of centuries before I was born. And before you ask, my brothers were all near enough killed during uprisings with enemies, one or two met their ends unconventionally. My sisters mostly dies old age, my last sister, Melinda died in 1692 in the Salem witch trials.” He pointed briefly to a dark haired girl behind me, her face seemed open and friendly, her blue eyes stare out beneath a flock

🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲 EPILOGUE – Ten Years Later VALEN 🦁🦁🦁 The quiet of the nursery was shattered by a high-pitched shriek. My little sister, Elara, with her wild silver hair and eyes that promised endless trouble, launched herself from the changing table. She landed with a thump in a pile of clean clothes, her small arms flailing in the air. “I’m a dragon!” she roared, her voice surprisingly powerful for a six-year-old. She looked utterly pleased with herself, covered in lint and mischief.

she said and noticed something on his face, "Hey why are your mouth bloody?" "It's your blood," he said. "Oh. You extracted the poison?" she asked while he nodded. "I thought I've lost you, woman," he said. "Yeah. That was scary experience. Oh my dad said about a snake woman." she said. GD then looked up. Leera. The great manipulator of destiny next to her twin, that beautiful Teuton tribe princess in medieval times. He pushed back the lump on his throat before leaning down to her and wordlessly claimed her lips.

*Elentari POV* I woke up the next day, happy the color was still in my hair. I curled it as best I could overnight while sleeping in curlers. I went to my closet and was happy to see more clothes. There was an extremely cute knee-length black lace dress with a built-in corset. A matching lace choker was on the hanger as well. I paired them with my knee-high heeled boots and smiled. I used a spell to create a magnificent curly updo with braids and smiled at myself. I felt like a princess today. I had come to accept my curves in the last few days and smiled, looking at myself from every direction in the mirror. This was my last day as a normal person. After today, I will be the Princess of Fae

Thankfully, I didn’t have much time to ruminate over it because the door slammed opened and Zipphora rushed in, demanding, “What have you done, Olpheus?” I stared at her and inhaled slowly. She was the clan’s witch and one of the most powerful people i’d ever met. She had the world on her palm, the ability to perform magic that should be forbidden. She was powerful enough to change form, and she often appeared as an older woman, but now, she was in her youthful form. I had caught her offguard. “Answer me, Olpheus. What the fuck did you?” She shut the door, glaring at me.

The Crowshrike elder's vengeance is not a blade-it's a *seed*. Lila's laughter rings through the clearing, high and discordant, as the moonflowers writhe around her. The roots coil into a throne of thorns, lifting her above the fray. Her eyes, once wide with the innocence of a rescued child, now glow with the Crowshrike's spectral green. The elder's voice spills from her lips, warped and guttural. *"You stole our vengeance, Stormbearer. Now we steal yours."*

Keran bows, and I follow his movement. "Rise king and queen, it is time for you to take your rightful place amongst the unseelie and Seelie," Elderon states with excitement. We both rise and stand before the tall creature. We watched as his arms moved in an odd pattern, and tendrils of inky black smoke whirled around our heads. I watched as large antlers sprouted from a crown on Keran's head and laughed softly at the absurdity. I felt a slight weight on my head and reached up feeling a horned crown on my head as well.

They had their song back, not in the air, but in their blood. Elara held a fruit that was shaped like a swirling spiral. Her eyes were closed, a serene smile on her face. "It's the Glimmerfall," she whispered. "Not just the story of it, but the feeling. The tiredness. The hope. The joy of its change. It's all here."

The thing was technically an experimental weapon, and was prone to shredding opponents with devastating ease. Eris herself was a woman in her 40s. Her hair was a wild red, but had a grey streak going through it. She was tall, strong, and taut. In one hand was a ripe green apple, and in the other was the dagger she was slicing it with. She ate a slice just as the shadow came up beside her. She quickly smiled at his presence. “Templar Valos!” she said jovially. “What brings you to the bridge today? I hope you’ve some wonderful news to share.”