Elora Book Novels & Stories

The second she opened the door, she went straight to her mother's room and raided the whole place, looking for any proof that her mother was truly sleeping with Alpha Diesel. As she rummaged through her things, she saw a large black book with the word DIARY boldly written on it. Elora scoffed because she herself did not own a DIARY, nothing special had happened in her life to warrant one. Surely her mother would've not been so clumsy that she would write her life's secret in a book - Elora thought.

She looks towards the familiar face. Elora is dressed in a light yellow maxi till her knees. "What has got you so lost, Muffin?" "Nothing," saying, she puts her book on the bed and gives all attention to her stepmother. "Let me see what my cute little muffin reads," she picks up the book. Her eyes start twitching reading the texts in the book. She turns it to see its cover. Evolution by Douglas J, says the title. "You've just finished college...take a chill dear," Elora says in a sweet voice.

Two small steps led to it beneath what looked like tree roots in the shape of a gazebo with a ball of light floating above. All along the walls were tall bookshelves that reached all the way to the ceiling filled with books of various colors and sizes. Elara wondered what was within the pages of each tome. As Elara approached the cauldron, her eyes scanned the room for the woman who was meant to be teaching her. When she didn’t see a soul, she wondered if perhaps she was not in the correct room. The worry in Elara’s stomach came back twice as hard now, causing her to fidget beneath the tree like gazebo. In her curiosity, Elara couldn’t help but lean over and stare into the large gold pot, fi

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

> “No. They are the Gate. What we did not finish remembering.” Elora stood at the edge of the grove, wrapped in the bone-colored shawl none of us had seen her wear since the Memory Reckoning. Her journal was in one hand, and her throat was in the other. She had not written in two days. And yet the ink on her fingers deepened. Kehra called it reverse transcription. I referred to it as the land speaking to us without our permission. Saela (return without retreat) The stones do not accuse.

One day. I let myself into Elora’s apartment, the hour was late but a lamp was switched on next to the sofa. She had her legs tucked underneath her, a book in hand, and a glass of wine next to her. “Hey,” she greeted as I made my way across the room. “How are you?” I replied, smiling. She was a stunning woman. “I am just about to bitch about how you let me go to that business party alone. But you look like you have something to say.”

Perhaps she noticed Lufian’s reaction, Elora hastily added, “Lufian, don’t get me wrong. What I was trying to say was that the Robotias and the Soul Devourers have caused me much harm and I want to take revenge myself. There is nothing else so I hope you won’t overthink.” It would be fine if Elora did not explain. Once she did, Lufian started to get suspicious. One must know that the former Elora was notoriously cold. She would never explain anything. It seemed that Lufian needed to spend time to understand Elora’s experience in The Spirit Cage. Elora must have omitted something he did not know. “Don’t worry! I’m not thinking about anything!” Lufian smiled. However, he started to pay more at

I was going to the Black Crescent pack after tonight’s pack run to protect that pack and I might return after a few days so it was the last chance to see Elle tonight before I left so I waited downstairs for her to come. My breath got stuck in my lungs as she descended the stairs with Olivia, wearing her black sports bra and black jeggings. She was looking too hot to handle, Luca was literally hopping in my mind with excitement. “Ah, brother,” Olivia smirked at me before mind-linking me, ‘finally, you chose to show up. Ask her to go with you, hold her hand, Noel. Comfort her, no matter what you’re hers and she’s yours.’ Elara’s eyebrows shot up as she caught me staring at her with a slightly

Elora moaned out loud, she could hold it back any longer, the tingling feeling her body was feeling was skyrocketing. I then moved down to her peaches, which had been wide open before welcoming me so now I wanted to pay more attention to them by giving them the intense care they needed with my hands and lips. I used my hands to grope her ass smoothly, molding it like bread flour and nibbling at the tip of her nipples. "Ahhhh" Elora moaned in pleasure as I did all that, she felt herself gazing into the realm of ecstasy and more lust. She has entirely lusted in a different world as her hands then traveled to my hair and she started dissipating it

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.