Novel & Cerita Elven Books

I have heard back from a couple but I am still sending out my resume daily. “Have you guys heard of these elves?” I asked. “Yes, but it is all mainly rumours.” Galeed states. “It is rumoured that a troupe of elves left their original realm for reasons unknown and came here. It was said that a few of them were fated mates to sirens and Lycans.” Rahleed adds.

Offend her people or threaten her place, and that gentle river becomes a flash flood. Elanil, Elf Princess of Elarithwood — Old as twilight on ancient oaks, Elanil glides through the palace clad in moon-thread gowns, her golden eyes reflecting centuries of elven patience. She speaks in riddles that seem harmless until the answers topple kingdoms. Time itself appears to bend politely around her, and younger concubines sometimes forget to breathe when she turns her gaze upon them.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

While the majority were indeed in Elven, a substantial collection of human texts was interspersed among them, secrets bound in familiar words. Time frayed and dissolved. The only sounds were the soft, brittle whisper of a turning page and the quiet rhythm of our breathing. We searched for an eternity contained in an afternoon, until a single title snagged my eye: The Sundering of Oakhaven. I eased the heavy volume from its place, its leather cover cool and smooth beneath my fingertips.

The silver sliver of moonlight streaming through the window seemed to taunt me with its calm beauty, so at odds with the storm brewing within my mind. "Elara Windrider," I whispered, the name carrying both hope and dread. My fingers trailed over the spines of aged leather-bound books that lined the shelves, filled with lore and secrets of our kind-knowledge that may soon prove vital, should Elara choose to grace us with her presence.

Elves. Witches. Werewolves. None of them stood a chance. Then, something unexpected happened. Princess Eloise—the elven princess who was once taken advantage of—appeared on the battlefield. She fought like someone who had already died inside. Her eyes were filled with hatred, her strikes aimed at only one enemy… King Roosevelt. The book described her speed—like dancing wind. Beautiful, deadly, graceful. "Roosevelt, lost in madness, stared with eyes full of bloodlust. Eloise smiled, mocking him. 'I told you I would ruin you, Your Majesty. May bitterness and sorrow be your eternal companions.'"

“And impossible to prove. Fenrir… I’m sorry, but you’re going too far.” “I agree,” I said calmly. “That’s why you’re here. As the voice of reason. As a second opinion. Because there’s no one else I trust with this.” A pause. “Let me finish.” She exhaled. Then nodded. I turned back to Arria waiting. “Go on.” So I did. “In the book, it’s written that the elven royal family possessed certain abilities— to command plant life… and to guide the mind.” I flipped through the pages.

Johana laughed suddenly at Elsa, who didn't understand what was funny about this book, so she curiously asked, “Are you hiding something?” “Lady Elsa, this book has history indeed, but it also has some overly pornographic narratives and depictions of vampires. I mean... you might be ashamed," Johana finished with a smile. “Ow... Well. I will skip them," Elsa muttered in diffidence and looked at the book.

She learned nothing new from books dating back to the 19th century at the oldest. She found the book she wanted not in a library. It was crammed in piles of one of the Block 71’s book vendors. A dilapidated book–with pages torn–containing ancient tales. The bookseller elf, in a gown, asked for a book so thin a price that nearly forced her soul out of her body. “A dirty secret vampires don’t want to see another daylight,” she laughed.