Ell Books Novels & Stories

The archives smelled of smoke. Not the cozy kind from the hearth, but the acrid, chemical stench of magic—faint, but enough to make Elara’s scar tingle. She’d spent three days buried in Eleanor’s journals, and still, the words “the fire comes next” burned in her mind like a brand. Ellie sat at her feet, sorting through a pile of leather-bound books, her tiny fingers tracing the sigils on their covers. Every so often, she’d pause, tilt her head as if listening to a secret, and tuck a book aside.

After that he stood and left me in the room. Now barely an hour later he sends me a trunk full of books. Ella moved to stand behind me and I could hear her sharp intake of breath when her eyes landed on the books. "They're beautiful, right?" Ella only nodded her head and leaned down to touch the spines of one of the books. They weren't really books to be precise, well they were books but not really big ones, almost like journals, just bigger and fresher. The covers were embossed in a beautiful flower pattern, each color having a flower of its corresponding color on it.

Or even a review or a gem. Love always, Ellen x

Ellena just happened to bring out the dishes when Elaine called out to her, "Mommy, come and see my painting." Ellena put down the dishes and walked over. Elaine pointed to a red line drawn on the paper, "This is Mommy!" Ellena smiled calmly, "It's really beautiful." Elaine pointed to a green line for Edward to see. "This is Ebird." "Why is it green?" "Green pepper is green!" Edward thought for two seconds. He looked at Ellena and said seriously, "It looks good."

Eleanor was in the library. Ellie pointed at the hills. “What?" she said. It was currently her primary question. "Hills," Cassie said. “Why hills?" Ellie said. "Because that is what they are," Cassie said. Ellie looked at this answer with the skepticism of a three-year-old who considered it insufficient. “What do hills do?" she said. “They stay," Cassie said. Ellie processed this. "Good," she said.

"Pssh. I know I act childish 100% of the time and I am dumb when it comes to computers, cellphones and technologies but I excell in Academics. I remember Gideon and Scott can't even believe that I have high grades. I mean intelligence doesn't mean you know everything. It comes with the territories." "And don't even start me with your teachers and parents. I want to say bad words to them but that's not my style. I'll let Gideon and Grey handle them." Mommy Ella winks. Why did that wink frightens me? Mommy Ella sets up our classroom inside the library. She brought out children's books that you saw in pre-schools. "So for the last few days, I read all the things I should do to help you Sunny to

Amanda wiggled her eyebrows up and down in excitement and Ellie laughed. "Are all of the Ilith in House Estrada?" Ellie asked. "I think so, it fits," Amanda said. Ellie agreed. Students were filing into class and Amanda and Ellie threw away their trash and listened as Professor Harlowe started lecturing about the power of fables and tales passed down in the magical world.

Ella remembers that she brought him other stuff, so she puts down her fork and hands him the books and lecture notes that she had prepared for him. "You've been missing classes, so I borrowed these chemistry books from the library and gathered all your class notes," Ella explained. "I have a large library in the mansion, and you could have just emailed those lecture notes to me," he told her. "I see. I'll just take it back with me." Sadness washed over her features as she rearranged the books in her backpack. "No way, leave it here. I'd like to study the one you prepared for me. The book you highlighted is easier to understand," Edward said as he took all of Ella's books.

He had anger outbursts and constantly got into fights at school. Finally I turned my attention to my personal email and one in particular caught my eye. The subject line was interesting, “The Deserving,” I clicked on it and read through it as I got goosebumps everywhere. It was an email from Malachi. The email I’d been waiting eight months for. The text of the email was one line and in code. Nice Malachi, I ran the decoding program I had and each letter decoded a paragraph. It took the program an hour to run through the message and decode the correct sequence.

Lucian didn’t believe in instinct. But something about this— Something refused to settle. Across the city, Elena stood in the doorway of a quiet classroom, watching. Eli sat at a small table near the window, surrounded by children his age, though he clearly didn’t belong among them—not in the way they thought, not in the way they processed the world. His teacher was speaking, explaining something simple. Eli was already finished. Elena could tell by the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, his attention drifting toward the mechanical model sitting untouched in the corner.