Elphaba Novels & Stories

"It has become my favorite scent." As we followed the scent of vanilla and roses, it led us to the kitchen door. "I think it must be a meal for the party" "No." Zander disagreed with a strong voice. "Go in, she's there. I can feel the connection" "Who?" "Our…" I opened the door with a loud bang before he could complete his words. My eyes landed on her. She was staring back at me, her plump pink lips opened from when she gasped at my noisy entry. Her forest green eyes stared at me with a mix of shock and awe. Her brown hair was pulled up in a bun, away from her face.

shouted Zach in surprise. "Calm down. They are our allies. Prince Zacharia Barnabas, this man is Ruven Omanelis, The Elf King. And, this man is Benji, one of the Dwarf Leader. Meanwhile, that woman was a healer that King Ruven had specially brought to help with this border. Her name is Lily," explained Edmund.

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled

She looks like she’s about a decade old, but the intensity of her eyes and the power radiating off her tells me that she’s not what she seems. Her eyes traverse across us until they stop in front of Lana. “Abaddon, destroyer of all,” she looks at me, “Lucifer, king of hell,” then moves her gaze to Michael, “Michael, Archangel and protector of heaven. I am Clotho the Moirai, the Weaver of fates.” Lana vows her head in deference, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Clotho. If my history serves me right, there are three of you.”

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

said Helia in a voice that was almost taut and brittle. “You're down to your last few drops, Helia,” said the demon servant in a raspy and gloomy voice. The gloomy demon brought out gingerly a small bottle of a dark incarnadine mixture from Helia's old cupboard and carried it to its despondent mistress. The old witch opened the philter's gilded bottle that had two golden serpents twisted up to the mouth and poured a drop of the elixir upon a small silver spoon. She hastily swallowed the homogeneous mixture from the scoop and placed the small bottle of philter on the table. The witch cried and shrilled as she had felt the burning liquid passing through her throat and her body trembled. The de

she said and carried on; dragging him along and racing to reach the open area that had the moon light shining in it. Loque Bella reached the open area and dragged him all the way out and the moonlight touching her, she immediately began to absorb it and started glowing. She looked at Prince Mangus's corpse and it was not only just laying there but it had turned to stone; that was what happened when fayagans died, they turned to stone.

“But please, I beg of you, let Camille be. She is all I have.” Before Lord Edgar could respond, a woman entered the chambers. Her movements were graceful, almost ethereal, as she glided across the room. Her beauty was striking—dark, flowing hair that reached her butt flowed behind her, onyx eyes that shimmered eerily. Her visage was impassive, and she walked towards her husband. She was Lady Elaine, the wife to Lord Edgar and mother to Elbert. Not only was she an original vampire from England, but she was also the most powerful witch in Svetyland, feared by all who knew her.

I demanded answers. “My child. My name is Selene. I am the Moon Goddess.” She lightly chuckles at my apparent stupidity. She continues while I relax and stand up straight. “You are in my realm sweetheart.” “Wait. If you’re the Moon Goddess, and I’m in your realm, does that mean…does that mean that I’m…I’m dead!?” I stumble across my words trying to make sense of everything. Last thing I remember was being at the football game and helping Sammi up, and then…those eyes. Those big bowls of honey staring at me. My footing falters as I come to realization that I’m dead. I mean, I must be. Right?

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.