Elowen Novels & Stories

Seeing Andrew's puzzled expression, he continued, "Your alchemy mentor is Mr. Maverick Zeroual, the God of Medicine, and the greatest miracle worker of our time, correct?" When Andrew nodded, Luther said, "Then there you have it. Wyrmhelm is Mr. Zeroual's junior! They are the two figures who stand at the peak of Holtrien, looking down upon all living beings. Mr. Zeroual has a gentle nature, dedicates himself to healing, cares nothing for fame, and has always been elusive.

Lorenzo suddenly said my name in a dark tone, and I pulled myself together, knowing I had to wake up and act. My attention went to the older man who pinned me with a strange look. “A very beautiful Omega, no doubt.” He smiled like he was relaxed, but I felt like I was standing in front of a dangerous snake. “I’m Patriarch Leandro Vasiliev. If you get tired of your Alpha’s bad mood, you’re welcome in my pack.” He said it like it was a joke, and Lorenzo answered with a low, dangerous warning growl that made my skin go tight.

A figure strode through the smoke and starlight. She was ancient hair white as moonlight, skin translucent, eyes burning silver. Her robes were woven from night itself, constellations shifting across the fabric. High Priestess Elowen, Keeper of the Crimson Tomes. The entire court dropped to their knees—even Seraphina. Elowen did not bow. She walked straight to the dais, unrolled a scroll older than the palace itself, and began to read in a voice that echoed with power older than language. “When the Prince of Eternal Night tastes the blood of the Sun-Born,

a calm, feminine voice resonated from the high northern edge of the wind cage. High above the wyvern flock, perched atop a hovering platform of compressed wind mana, stood Captain Elaria. Beside her were two figures from the newly integrated Eastern Free Territory forces: Chief Bombardier Oakhaven, a grizzled, stone-skinned mountain dwarf whose left eye had been replaced by a glowing brass magnifying glass, and Aria, a nimble nineteen-year-old former Inquisitorial scout who had defected during the Lower District uprising. Oakhaven spat a glob of black tobacco juice into the swirling clouds and slapped his thick palm against the side of a massive, six-barreled weapon mounted on the floating w

Four aged figures who are the Elders of the Black Wolf Pack appear to sit around a round table in a room. Similarly, Aryadi and Linda, as well as Alvaro as the leader of the pack. One of the Elders, wearing a brown coat and sitting in a wheelchair, cleared his throat. The elderly man named Magen glanced at Aryadi and Linda. Magen looked at Alvaro sharply. “Alvaro, you surely understand that Hugo wouldn't know about this base if he himself went around sniffing the grass under his feet.”

Treated as an outsider by her mother new husband, he was always alone and lonely. Eve constantly reminds him of what he should've been but will never be. He was Mikael Lorentzen. Son of general Leon Lorentzen, Dzhimara famous knight who fought beside Eve's grandfather in the Great War. Though he had survive the war, he received enough scars and trauma causing him to be removed from Dzhimara military and live the remainder of his life as a broken m, no emotion whatsoever, just waiting for death to take him from his family. He got what he wanted at the end.

Azraiel’s Gamma, Theo was on his knees bowing in front of his mate, the Luna of the Blue Orchid Pack. Theo lifts his head a little, his eyes shine with unshed tears. He looks straight into the black wolf’s eyes and says, “Alpha!”

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

Mateo said, “He’s strong, agile, fast, and-” “Does he ever beat Cato?” I interrupted. “No,” he said, “He may have Alpha blood, but he doesn’t have Loren Alpha blood.” I watched him carefully as he wrestled Cato on the floor. A year older, taller and stronger, Cato had the upper hand, but even so, it wasn’t an unfair fight. “What about when they’re both fully grown? Although diluted, he has some Loren Alpha blood from Lia.” “Leo, Elias isn’t a threat to Cato.”

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.