Elora Book Novels & Stories

She is not far enough along to have a bump yet but just knowing is enough to make me a paranoid mess. I will do everything in my power to ensure a future for my wife and child that is as safe as possible. The peace and the alliances have never been more important than they are right now. May the gods have mercy on the souls of anyone foolish enough to attempt anything sinister against my family, my friends, or my people. The End. Once again, I wish to express my gratitude to you my readers for joining me on this journey and sticking with it until the end. This book was a difficult one to write and I hope that you found the journey worth it in the end. There are still many more instalments to

She put her hand flat against the corridor wall and breathed. Her mother. Lyra Veyne, who had moved through Velmora Pack with the particular skill of someone choosing to be unremarkable, who had raised Elora to do the same, who had taught her to read patterns and understand systems from the inside without disrupting them, who had died when Elora was twelve and left her with a grief she had never fully unpacked because unpacking it required a stillness she could not afford.

“My parents never talked about an oath.” “They were keeping you safe,” Elara said gently. “Or trying to.” Her gaze flicked to the Codex resting on the table. The book glowed faintly again - just a pulse - like it heard her. Elara’s eyes glimmered. “Yes,” she murmured to it. “I know. We’re getting there.” My stomach clenched. Did she just talked with this book? “Elara,” I whispered, “the witch I fought… what was she?”

Elara sat cross-legged near the fireplace wearing one of Riven’s oversized black shirts while reading through one of the ancient wolf books her mother had brought earlier that day. Well... “reading” was a generous word. She was mostly staring at the same paragraph repeatedly while thinking about Riven upstairs. Specifically, Riven shirtless. Riven smirking. Riven pinning her against walls. Riven’s voice inside her head. Very educational thoughts. “You’re thinking loudly again.”

A single glance at Elara that said you again and then away. Lucian Vale — younger than Derrick, quieter, with watchful eyes that moved to Elara once and stayed a beat too long before moving away. Collecting information. Helena Vale — Adrian's stepmother. Late fifties. The kind of woman who had maintained herself with discipline rather than ease, handsome in an architectural way that had more to do with structure than warmth. She looked at Elara the way certain women looked at things they had decided not to dignify the deliberate unseeing of someone who had determined that acknowledging her existence would be a concession she wasn't prepared to make.

ORSON’S POV Elora Amoh! The name had replayed in my head for years. For so many years. It stuck in my mind like that incident—the beautiful, innocent little Elora who would never hurt a bee. For so long, I had stayed in the shadows, watching her like a hawk, the guilt from years before threatening to tear my heart apart.

Everything felt frozen in time, like a snapshot of a life that had never truly belonged to her. But something about being in the room brought a sense of clarity, a feeling that she was on the verge of discovering something important. Elara’s eyes drifted toward the bookshelf, a collection of novels and journals that had once been her only refuge from the cruelty of her fake sister and the indifference of her parents. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing over the spines of the books as she searched for something—anything—that might give her the answers she so desperately needed. She pulled a few books off the shelf, flipping through the pages absentmindedly, but found nothing of interest.

A moment later, Rae’s voice hissed: “He’s dirty. I smelled it when he said “profitable.” “Maybe,” Mae said. “Maybe just stupid. Either way, we check.” Elowen drew back from the wall and slipped into the practice room again before they could catch her leaning where she shouldn’t. Mae, Nyra, and Rae returned a minute later. Mae’s expression was grim. Nyra’s, lethal. Rae’s eyes were too bright. “Well?” Elowen asked. Mae’s jaw worked. “We requested a quiet review of Oras’ recent ledgers from the elder,” she said. “They agreed. Which is fortunate.”

Before anyone could point out to Elora that she was truly a child, she added with a small roll of her eyes when she realized she wasn’t about to change our mom’s mind, “She’s about to tell you that her mate has been in contact with the banished witches just like the villain in your story did.” “What a child.” Even Zoe couldn’t resist as Elora stunned her, not just with the tone she used to pass the information but also with her attitude. She was one sassy power plant. Although I found Elora’s declaration amusing, my parents didn’t, and neither did Alpha Jarrett, whose secret was out in the open. With obvious disbelief, he barked, “That’s a lie. The child is making things up.” “That child is

"Explain what exactly, Leoric?" The woman crawled out from under the table. She took her time about it. Smoothed her dress. Tossed her hair. Then looked Liora dead in the eye with a smile that could curdle milk. "Surprised?" Liora recognized her then. Elowen. Beautiful, polished, entitled Elowen — who had never once looked at Liora without that exact smile. "He's my mate." Elowen stepped closer. "Mine. So why don't you take your broke little self and go?"