Elite Short Stories Novels & Stories

"Finish your letter. I'll send it when you're done." Elian nodded, diving back in, his thoughts spiraling once more. Quiet and safe. With him? Yeah, I believe that. Even if his touch makes my stomach flip. Magic quill, magic man... what's next? Magic dinner? Don't jinx it. Selena would love this story—'Elian, the marked boy in the wolf's lair.' She'd laugh till she cried. Miss her teasing. Miss home. But... this? This feels like the start of something big. Scary big. Good big?

"Some elite event house in Summit Hill." Elara froze. Then, shrieking: "SUMMIT HILL?" I winced, nearly dropping my phone. "Jesus, Elara—" "EVIE, DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS?" I frowned. This girl. "A… place?" She groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "Oh my God. No. It’s the place. The road to Summit Hill is basically made of gold. You breathe the air there, and it adds five years to your life. The richest of the rich live there. Old money. New money. Big-name families. Celebrities."

Not of worlds. Not of stories. A map of people. Countless tiny lights filled its pages. Each light represented an Author somewhere across existence. One by one... those lights began disappearing. The First Reader whispered, "Someone is hunting the Authors." The little girl pointed toward the center of the map. One light burned brighter than all the others. Unlike the rest... it wasn't fading. It was growing. A single word slowly appeared beside it. ELIAS At that exact moment... the Last Editor's black pen shattered completely.

Mainly just disputes between herds. As Eli moves in and out of me, I'm ready to explode. He still causes the same sparks and excitement he did when we first met. I melt into a puddle under him when I look into his grey eyes. As we reach our climax, he leans down to kiss me. No matter if you feel like you're the ugly duckling in a pond of swans or, in my case, the plain deer in a field of stallions, you control your destiny. Don't let anyone tell you you can't do something because of your size and who you are. We're all equal, even when others try to tell us otherwise.

The man chuckled and looked at his peers. “Tell her man, she is risking her life to know!” He laughed. “Fine. They are called the elite. Does that answer your questions?” He asked. Elite? Lily asked herself. The silence that followed confirmed that her questions were true. It was the same Elites that bullied Omegas in school. They asked for her to be kidnapped?! But she didn't do anything to them. “You tried winning the tournament, though.” Eliza pushed forward. “Oh my goodness, what's the time? I have a tournament to win!” She screamed, looking around. The men burst into another round of laughter.

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

replied Eliz I sighed heavily, "say, whether I'm interested or not, it's my choice. What is that?" I insist. Eliz changed her position in her seat cross-legged "there is a library here. It is like a room that holds many books with many stories. Some can be read. Some are not. Long ago, when the previous Alpha still headed the pack, we looked for talents for people who like to write. I mean putting something into writing. Then some of them write many things, even to the most important point of the pack."

What were so many kids looking for in that small, empty store? By the crowd of students waiting outside, you expected it to be a much larger store, at least as much as the two-storey grocery store near the orphanage. “Can you can see me? because I can’t see you.” A small creature jumped off the counter. He had a wrinkled face, only a few white hairs on his head, and he was wearing some tiny round glasses. A very small stone elf, smaller than other stone elves, looked at Miss Edwards angrily. Although she was only a child, she was almost twice as tall as that creature.

And, they were also part of the School of Arts Football team. They spotted her and Kaelen immediately and exchanged knowing, snickering looks. “Oh, look who we’ve got here,” one of them sneered, “The little writer with her muse,” He jerked his chin toward Kaelen, his grin curling, “What’s the next scene, Elias? Gonna describe how he kicks a ball and your knees go weak?” Snickers broke out. Elias raised her chin. Her voice was calm, and sharp, “At least people read my work. Can’t say the same about your projects,”

“My name is Elsa, Elsa Oppenheimer.” “Huh, that doesn’t ring a bell, which means you must have really great potential to be here. I'm sorry about earlier, I am Ser Oliver Hamilton, the crown prince of Estonia.” He said holding up a serious face which made him actually look funny considering he wasn’t that kind of person. I was still very stunned nevertheless, for before me stood the heir of Estonia, probably the greatest nation in the world. “And I am lady Isabel Stongwill. So tell me Elsa, where are you from?” Isabel asked, walking closer now.