Elody Novels & Stories

I could hear the low rumble of their voices, though the words blurred into the background noise of the crowd until Trevor’s shoulder bumped mine. “Ash, look at two o’clock,” Trevor whispered, leaning in. He nodded toward a girl in a silk dress standing with a group of friends near a sculpture. “Tell me she isn’t exactly my type. Isn’t she stunning?” Brady exhaled a sharp, dry breath. "So your main job here is just spotting pretty girls, Trev?” I let out a soft chuckle, shaking my head. “She’s pretty, Trevor. But what’s the move? You’re just going to stare?”

“I was made for you. For your fingers. For your cock. Please, Sylas… fuck me with them. Make me come.” Sylas smiled and introduced the first enchanted toy… a smooth, glowing crystal dildo that vibrated with magical energy calibrated to Elyndor’s body. He worked it slowly into Elyndor’s hole, the vibrations sending intense sparks of pleasure through his entire body. Elyndor cried out, pushing back against the toy as Sylas stroked his cock with one hand and twisted the dildo with the other, angling it perfectly against his prostate.

her sweet and melodious voice spread throughout, hitting Hilary’s nerves that both man and wolf tensed feeling irritated but couldn’t do anything at this stage, as Elodia’s voice continued to ring in their ears. “Oh! Is that so? Hehe, that’s great then. I will prepare myself and meet you there …” she cheerfully said before going silent for a while and then speaking again, “How can I not know it? Its just several minutes away from where I stay. The Whitecrest club, right? Got it, dear. I will be there on time no matter what. I will not embarrass you!” Elodia cheerfully chatted with whoever was on the phone, and Hilary caught every single word that Elodia spoke as well as the other party said

"Odelia, could you clarify? Why are you here?" Odelia nodded, her eyes red, looking pitiful. "You should all know my identity. I’m Odelia, Lambert’s fiancée from Universal Conglomerate. In fact, I’m already expecting his child. My uncle and Aunt Nydia are already preparing our wedding."

Every breath was a low, rattling growl that vibrated through the domed room. "I’m trying! Ahh! The feedback... it’s burning!" Elodie’s psychic voice hit his brain like a shard of glass. She shoved her shoulder against the auxiliary power lever, her silver fur matted with sweat and grease. Her runes flared a blinding, rhythmic violet, fighting the dampening field left behind by the High Humans. Outside the jagged hole in the observatory roof, the moon sat bloated and still. It was a cold, permanent eye watching the world bleed.

I replied, my voice filled with sincerity. Elodie blushed, her cheeks flushing like rose petals. "Stop it,” she rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re perfect, you know? Your strength, your vulnerability, your beauty. You're a masterpiece, crafted by the divine." Her eyes locked onto mine, shining with tears. "No one's ever made me feel this way," she whispered. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. "You're home with me, Elodie. Always," I whispered. Our lips met in a gentle kiss,our little breakfast almost forgotten. The city awakened below us, its sounds muted by our own world.

Elodie Jax Turner, lead guitarist of Dionysus Rising: the biggest rock band in the world, loved me. I had heard the words, seen his lips form them, but it still didn’t quite compute in my head. Not even the ring he slipped into my palm seemed real. Even when I could see it nestling there — a thick, hammered band of silver. I couldn’t help myself, I kept staring down at it. If I’d had a hand free, I would have pinched myself.