Elfen Lied Books Novels & Stories

he stopped for a second, clearing his throat, gaze meeting mine, before continuing, quieter this time, "I remembered seeing a copy of an Eleven book somewhere in the castle." "So we do have elven books," I register. The thought is more exciting than I anticipated, "they must be centuries old." The Master agrees, "Yes, but the Elves have mastered the art of preservation. It is not only their lives that could go on for centuries, but even their armor, their plants, and their books," he replied. I am more in awe of this than anything else, "It must have been magic then. To live for centuries?" I ask, searching his eyes.

“Then take me to the elf and don’t speak of this to anyone.” *** “You’re back,” the elf said without taking her eyes from the book she was reading. “He came with our mortal enemy as his mate. We need answers.” Freya threw the gold coins on the table and crossed her hands across her chest. “You said I won’t like what is to come. Explain.” “Determined, I see.” The elf chuckled, flashing her yellowish teeth. “My vision hasn’t changed and I still stick to my answer. You won’t like what is to come.”

The process repeated until the creature made it towards the reception desk. "How may I help you?" Noel asked cheerfully. His eyes occasionally glanced at the long hands of the inhumanely being. That creature moved it's long arm and placed a piece of paper on the table. On the paper some words were written in scribbling. It said... LORE OF ELM Noel raised his eyebrows. "Do you mean, lore of elm from Ryzinka?" The creature slowly nodded. Noel pondered for a few while. "Sir, the book that you requested is a cursed one. Are you fine with that?"

He lifted his head to stare at all the books surrounding the walls, he then decided to pick one from above. He climbed the stairs to be welcomed by big dusty books. Most of them were about Elves or other creatures, he understood it must be a special section to discover more about the ones living in Fantasia. Then, something caught his attention inside the shelf. Lights. He gently pushed the velvet books and his eyes grew wider when he found one that emitted different colours; pink, blue, yellow, red... He didn't hesitate to pick it and wipe the dust from its cover. “Omnes Fere Emius.” was written in large golden letters. From the little Latin he learned at high school, he could understand it

Heading up to the front counter, I find a kind looking librarian organizing returned books. “I’m sorry to bother you ma’am. I was wondering if you had any books on elf magic. Specifically red magic?” I ask with a touch of trepidation. Wilheim responded pretty intensely to my magic so I’m worried it might set this woman off too. “Oh dear, I don’t know of any elf magic that would be red in color. I would suggest going to the demon section. They are the only ones I know of that would contain red magic.” She says with a smile like what she just said didn’t just completely change my view on the magic in my chest.

The Elf spirit hovered over the mattress, carefully scrutinizing the covers of the books. He moved his finger and the pages flipped over fast. He got to the middle of page of each of the books then stopped, a wide smile appearing on his face. "Is that it?" Prince Ron asked, noting the changes on Prince Kayziel's ghost-like face. "Is that what you're looking for?" In the middle of each page was a single word written in characters Prince Ron could not make out. They seemed to be in an ancient Elfin language.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

“My dear baby, this is mother's favourite storybook. Don't be mad at your brother, okay? Let's just read." The little baby girl blinked her big, round eyes. Her hand reached up, toward the book, as if she agreed to her mother's invitation. It was then, Alameida who saw them gasped. "Ah! Isn't that the book I wrote?!” Harriet immediately turned to Alameida with wide eyes. "Eh?!" The long blonde-haired woman chuckled next to Harriet looking at the children's storybook called [The Elf Princess and the Giant Wolf]. “Oh, I'm so happy… I didn't expect my book to be read to my great-grandchildren like this…”

"I think I have found something, which will help us move forward." She picked up another book which she had brought from the shelves, but it was definitely not anything the mortal lands had ever seen. The gold cover of the book was encrusted with precious stones, and the pages were as soft as feathers, and as white as a dove. Aelanor was sure it was surely dove feathers pressed in the form of pages. Nimuel picked them up softly with her fingers, and turned a few pages. "It says here that the elven lands stretch for a few empires, due West, where The Realm of the Shadows starts" she looked up.

“The Pack is curious, they want to meet their Luna, and I don’t want their first introduction to be at the pack run, pyre ceremonies.” “Wise choice, Alpha,” she said. “I’ll be off then, preparing my blessing and choosing my herbs.” We hugged and Elara swept from the room with as much flair as when she’d entered. Soree sat back down and devoted her attention to her homework. I strode over to the bookcase and looked at some of the wolf lore books arranged on one of the upper shelves. I scanned the titles and chose two that I hoped contained information on dead wolves. I brought them back to my desk, and flipped through them. They were written long before a table of contents was probably even a