Elowyn Book Novels & Stories

"That book carries the curse of power. The Moranos used it once to conquer our ancestors. We will not let history repeat itself. The book must be destroyed." Elowen laughed softly, her tone sharp as a blade. All eyes turned to her as she reached into her cloak and pulled out the black book. "Name your price," she said. The Atlan master frowned. "What game are you playing?" "Jewelry, gold, boxes of money," Elowen said carelessly. "Too small," she added, tilting her head. "I need more." The master glared at her. "Fine." He snapped his fingers, and his men brought forward boxes of gold and silver.

"The Alpha will see you in his study. Now." The senior household woman did not knock. She opened Elowen's chamber door with the same brisk authority she used to open the doors of pantries and storerooms, and she stood in the doorway with her hands folded at her waist and her chin slightly lifted, and she did not call Elowen my lady. Elowen was at her writing desk. She had been trying to read a small book of devotional poems her mother had given her on her tenth name-day. She had been on the same page for over an hour. She closed the book very gently and set it aside.

I said softly. “Before the twins were born. You watched them grow. You held them when they were pups, didn’t you? And when you warned the old king about the Book…about the darkness coming…they called you mad and threw you down here. Not because you were wrong. Because you were right, and they were afraid.” Elowen’s lips parted. For a moment, no sound came out. Then she laughed…a thin, brittle sound, like twigs snapping under snow. “Clever little dead girl,” she murmured.

He threatened, “Don’t make me bring out the details of your past!” “P...Patriarch Balch, you. . .you have to let go of me first.” Blind Ivan was a little breathless as he was choked by Carwyn. He felt a murderous aura starting to emerge from Carwyn’s body, so he could only compromise. “Say it!” Carwyn’s tone became more urgent. Blind Ivan trembled all over. “I...I know a formation.” Carwyn let go of Blind Ivan as soon as he heard this. After a few violent coughs, Blind Ivan reached into his pocket and pulled out a yellow-covered ancient book that appeared to be a few hundred years old.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

EVELARA I gazed at the book before me. Stunned and somewhat nervous. All this while I was thinking of finding some mention of this name somewhere, or perhaps a chapter, but I didn't expect to find an entire book out of it. LUNAREETH— the name was written above bold and big with ancient golden inks. The brown leather of the book had turned into ash due to dust. The leather itself had turned edgy and sharp. Seems the book is sitting here for centuries long…

He opened it right there, his gloved hand dipping inside and shoving here and there. Elowyn's pulse hammered. She knew the Draven Book was inside - she'd tucked it in herself last night after her panic and didn't want to return it. Azpen's hand came out empty. He lifted the satchel for everyone to see. "There's nothing here," he said coolly. "Elyan likely didn't take the book." Elowyn froze. What? The instructors frowned, confused. "Then where is it?" Azpen met their eyes steadily. "Perhaps the Dean should address that herself. She's already asked to meet Cadet Elyan."

Rivyn replied calmly. “Me?” The blonde man’s eyebrows arched. “I’m not going down.” “I can spell us both. You have two arms. Consider what additional riches you can retrieve with those arms,” Rivyn pointed out. “I am only after one object, a spell book which is of no use to you. You may have whatever else the chest contains, plus whatever you bring up with you.” The man considered him, rocking on his stool slightly. “That might be nothing, if we run into trouble.”

I was about to leave when Kraven called me. “Stay with me, Elowen. My fingers and eyes are tired and I could use some help. Would you mind reading the book to me?”