Ellora's Cave Books Novels & Stories

Elora sighed and went to pick up her small bag where Giselle had packed her essentials along with a note that she told Elora to give a man when she gets to the address written on the note. " Are you ready?" She asked but Elora shook her head. " Of course, you're not but it's okay. Let's go" she said and took Elora by the hand as they left the house and went through the bush paths at the back of the house until they reached a tunnel. But Elora didn't know it was a tunnel because there were several rocks and stones used to cover the opening. After Giselle got rid of the rocks and stones, Elora was shocked that there was such a passage to human territory. The look in Giselle's eyes told her tha

“I’ll do my best, my sweet Esmerelda.” My name coming from the depths of his throat made my heart leap with desire. It had to be one of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard. I willed my reluctant body out of his inviting embrace and forced my long, slender legs to take me back into the parlor where Nora and Anton were enjoying good conversation and even better brandy. “Anton was telling me a little about time traveling,” she said as we sat in our respective chairs. “It’s quite fascinating.”

The tunnel shook. Lena barely managed to keep her footing as she sprinted after Cassian, the book clutched to her chest. The air was thick with dust, the scent of ancient stone splitting apart filling her lungs. Behind them, something rumbled. Moving. Not just the collapse of the chamber—something else. Something alive. Dorian cursed as a chunk of the ceiling cracked and fell, missing him by inches. “This is exactly why we don’t touch cursed books in haunted tombs!”

Then it solidified, hollow-eyed and grinning: a raven’s skull, the bones black as obsidian, the eye sockets gleaming with unseen fire. Patricia leaned back slightly, smirk tugging at her lips. “Beautiful.” Gloria’s eyes glimmered with a hint of unease. “It’s alive.” Elara didn’t answer. She only stared, satisfied, her hand hovering above the raven skull, feeling its pulse through the shadows and the ink. In the quiet room, candle flames flickered against walls lined with dark magic, and the three of them waited, patient predators, for the chaos they would unleash.

Before scars. Before they became names instead of sisters. She uttered the passphrase, Elara's private word, the one they alone shared. "Moonbound by none." The door opened. And the door to the past opened. The chamber itself was circular, its floor being paved with bone and moonstone. There were rows and rows of splintered books. Dusty relics from centuries before even Elara's time adorned the walls behind cracked glass: melted fragments of crowns, scrolls with dead languages inscribed on them, a petrified lycan's talon in mid-shift.

The fire had burned down to a bed of glowing orange embers, and the air was sharp and cool, carrying the clean smell of wet stone and pine. Elara woke slowly, wrapped in the heavy wool blanket, her head resting on Kael’s chest. For a few seconds, there was no memory of caves or magic or men in dark robes only the steady, strong beat of his heart beneath her ear, the warmth of his arm draped loosely around her waist, and the quiet, still feeling of being safe. Then her eyes opened, and she saw the small, worn leather chronicle sitting on the flat rock beside them, glowing faintly in the early light. And with it came the weight of everything they’d found, everything they’d left behind, and eve

The old woman smiled sadly. “That choice disappeared the moment your mark awakened.” Elara closed her eyes. Then lifted the latch. The chest opened with a long, tired creak. Inside lay only three objects. A silver cloak. A worn leather journal. And a small wooden wolf carved by hand. The moment Elara picked up the wolf… The world disappeared. ⸻ Fire. Smoke. Screams. She was no longer standing in the valley. She was inside a castle. Stone walls shook around her as warriors clashed in the corridors.

"Julian Sterling gave his computer architecture to give you three minutes of time. Time is constant, Miss Vance. You can't write a book when the publisher has already cancelled the series." The headlights were then fifty yards away. The low predatory roar of the engine was deafening. It vibrated through the asphalt until the keys of her keyboard began to chatter against the frame. A-S-D-F-G-H-J-K. "The notebook, " Elara whispered, her eyes darting to the leather journal tucked into her waistband. It was soaked through, the edges of the pages swollen with rainwater. The gold ink she had written on the second page still glowed, a faint stubborn amber light pulsing through the leather.

Soft yellow light surrounded her bed when she switched on her side lamp, Elara coughed lightly as she blew on the white cloth which covered the book. Removing the cloth she stared at the black large book , her soft hazel- brown eyes widened as she stared at the title of the book, her long dark eyelashes flickered as she roamed her eyes on that book. THE LEGEND ALPHA PRINCE, that was the title of the book, she softly ran her fingers on the book and surprisingly that letters glowed by her touch as if it had recognised its owner. Taking a deep breath Elara opened the book, her hands trembling as her long wavy brown hairs flew because of strange wind, She frowned as she took in the sight of a st

Ellie, tucked in a sling against her chest, gurgled at the shadows, her tiny fangs glinting. “Quiet, little one,” he murmured, his hand brushing the pup’s head. His claws extended slightly, clicking against the stone as they walked. “We don’t want to wake whatever’s sleeping.” But the caves were already awake. Whispers slithered through the darkness, too low to parse but sharp enough to make Elara’s skin crawl. “Bloody heir… balance… pay the price…” Ellie whimpered, pressing her face into Elara’s neck. The pup’s mark glowed, casting a crimson light over a crumbled stone archway ahead—the entrance to the Whispering Caves, if Lira’s map was right.