Elite Stories Novels & Stories

Because the truth was Ivy Morgan hadn’t come to Starlight Elite Academy to belong. She came for something else. Something no one in that building was ready for. And the moment they realized who she really was… It would already be too late.

Esther replied confidently. "Where did you get that? Hey, have you gotten a sugar daddy lately?" Elise can't help but doubt. "Stop talking nonsense! What sugar daddy?" Esther rolled her eyes at her. "Girl, I know you! Where did you get that from, hmm? Do you have some gold master we didn't know of?" Elise insisted with squinted eyes. Esther looked at her friends helplessly. And finally, in order for her not to be taught badly by these shady girls, she finally revealed her new 'friend'.

“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.

“She is not just an heiress. She is a powerhouse! Her latest jewelry collection, Elites, is fire. As its name simplifies, it is top-notch sophistication. Hats off to her.” Isla's eyes popped with anger as the veins alongside the side of her face rose in thin lines to her eyes, before a bitter laugh rolled out from her throat, “Inspiration?” she muttered incredulously, and leaned back against her chair as she clung harder unto her phone, her hand twitching as it hovered over the article.

Every instinct screamed that the coming moments would decide not only the battle but the fate of our clan. The narrow alleyway opened into a wide expanse near the east docks. Here, the full scale of Celeste’s counterattack was laid bare. Groups of mercenaries, clad in dark uniforms and brandishing heavy weaponry, poured in from every direction. Their movements were aggressive, yet precise—a reflection of Celeste’s own ruthless training. I felt a pang of dread: if she had planned this so meticulously, then she was as cunning as she was cruel.

And she needed to do so without waking him up. A flawless strategy. Probably. Moving so slow that an ancient century old tortoise would seem fast in comparison, she shifted towards Adrian while ensuring the bed won't make a noise. Estelle Winterbourne, the Former heiress of Silvervale. The Feral Wolf. The deadliest predator of the Silvervale mountains... Had now evolved into a suspicious blanket caterpillar. And she was absolutely determined to acquire that warmth. Not matter what...

“When I was three years old, a woman came here. She said she was from Eastonia and died at my parents’ feet in the throne room. It was my father’s Beta, Elijah, who sounded the first alarm about war on the horizon.” “What is Eastonia?” “A very old, very secretive kingdom from a place long lost to time,” he breathes, meeting my eyes for the first time in several minutes. “It’s located past the mountain range we long thought was impassable. All we have is lore and myth to go on.” I feel like a child being read a bedtime story about kings, queens, and witches as he tells me everything he knows about Eastonia. Dark power reigns there, and their early rulers were pushed from the kingdom and force

With genuine concern etched on her face, Elena gently probed, breaking the stillness. “Estella, what’s troubling you?” Elena’s voice held a soft cadence, her eyes reflecting the moon’s gentle flow. Estella paused, her breath hitching slightly before she spoke. “Elena, I don’t believe I’m destined for happiness,” she confessed, her tone heavy with resignation. Elena’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean, dear?” she inquired. Taking another deep breath, Estella met Elena’s gaze squarely. “The Erylis family… They’ve stolen my formula for the immortal pill,” she revealed, her words laden with betrayal.

She extended her hand toward me, and before I knew it, I placed my hand on her forearms, feeling a cold but firm matter underneath the sleeve of her robe. "This is so strange," I muttered, sitting by the kitchen table. Estelle smiled faintly. "It was strange for me too, remember? I was living in the Mortal Realm, just like you did." She sighed and elegantly pulled the strands of her hair behind her ears. "I used to think I was an ordinary human. Well, not completely ordinary. I came from a respected family and was a wealthy maiden seeking a wealthy husband. When I saw Ashtar Malachious, I decided that we were perfect for each other." She observed my reaction, curving her lips into a smirk.