Elven Books Novels & Stories

Thankfully the Elven knights took care of the empress's body. The Elven King was very disturbed by his daughter's death. He for the last time helped the Bliaviroth empire to defeat the vampires. With powerful magic spells of Elven knights the vampires were sent back into their Dark Kingdom. The elves then sealed them inside and closed the outlet of Dark Kingdom. After that I never got to see elves, it looked like they vanished from the earth. When I returned back after five years of long battle, my younger sister was already married with a man who looked exactly like Loren Ragnar.

“He’s still alive… for now. But you’re not here for him. Not really.” Elira turned slowly, holding something out. A book. Bound in black leather and laced with living veins of gold. The Grimoire of Binding. “The truth of our bloodline is in here. What they stole from us. What you need to see before you judge me.” Elara took it, her fingers tingling the moment she touched it. Visions stabbed through her mind—flashes of queens drowned in fire, children marked by fate, a kingdom cursed by its own magic. And at the center of it all…

The mountain pulsed warmly around them. Approval. Gods. Blackwood had opinions about their marriage now. That was probably deeply unhealthy. Behind them, roots shifted quietly along the chamber walls. Elowen emerged from deeper within the seal carrying several ancient books clasped against her chest while silver mist curled around her translucent form. Her golden eyes softened immediately when they settled on Eleanor. “The mountain stabilized another layer of the lower breach.” Alaric’s expression sharpened instantly. “Because of the child.” Not a question. Elowen nodded slowly.

Not the peace bought by victory, but the peace that comes after surrender, not to another’s will, but to the truth of endings. Elara walked the spire’s winding stairs alone. There was no summoning bell, no royal guards, no whispers of intrigue or rivalry. The throne room, once a place of terror and hope, had been remade: no seat of power, just shelves of memory, old banners folded in shadow, records written in every tongue. The only throne that remained was a low desk, shaped of moonstone and scales, empty except for a single, blank book. She touched its cover. The book hummed with latent power, woven through by the spells of a hundred different hands: witches, vampires, wolves, and mortals.

" Collins angrily speaks. He shoots flame from his hands. An Elve stretches his arms as he blocks the flame with ice. "You and Hilligard have done too much evil disgracing the name of Elves. We shall be your opponent" A slim Elve speaks. He has yellow straight hair and blue eyes. He has tribal tattoos all over his body. The tattoos glow and turn in several flying blades. "Chen, you are going to die for standing in my way." Collins lifts his hand however the flying blades began to fly like little flies around him. Collins had no choice but to stand defending himself. Ten Elve slam their hands on the floor. Earth magic erupts from the ground. It creeps around Colin's leg. Collins

She’d used the floating particles to make herself visible. Elsabet stared into the emptiness, averting her attention back to the book in her hands. The cover said, ‘The Book of Immortals’. Thick leather decorated with interweaving vines and roses. She recognized the depiction as the emblem found throughout the castle. Covering doors and tables, even the drawbridge. She drew a breath, realizing what she likely held. “Thank you.” Elsabet held it reverently as she made way back to her chair to read. It told of men who’d been born and raised in the Upper Lands, the world above Ardae, who’d found their way into Ardae to avoid a second persecution.

"If you burn this, your story with me... it never reaches a conclusion. We'll be in this 'Volatile Middle' forever. The tension, the fighting, the hunger... it never settles into peace." Elara looked into his grey eyes. She saw the demon who had branded her, the man who had died for her, and the partner who was now standing in the Zero-Point with her. "Peace is just another word for 'Paid in Full', Vane," Elara said. "And I’m not interested in being settled." She touched the flame to the corner of the book. The leather didn't burn with orange fire. It erupted in a geyser of white light and rainbow colored ink. The pages turned into birds made of words, flying out of the vault, through the co

But when I glanced at her, she stared and nodded her head as if telling me to read it. Although feeling a little hesitant, I finally tried to read the book. This book was written with Elvian's letter, but I could still read it. According to this book, Haier-Elvian was a rare race. Results of intermarriage between Elvian and human, this race's birth rate was very meager. There was only one of a hundred thousand. Typically when Elvian and Human couples got married, there were only two possibilities for their children, born as a Human or Elvian. A human brother might have an Elvian younger sister from the interracial wedding. Even the twin birth had different races.

"What?" "Nothing you should be worried about," I said softly, walking into the library to join the others who were already in. Elle was already at the library lectern, her hands on it. "I need something related to Princess Ivy, daughter of Queen Rida Red." She shrugged and stepped back. The catalogue glowed, and a small violet and grey book descended from the sets of flying books and floated in front of me. "It worked," I said, trying to reach out for it. The moment my fingers graced it, it electrocuted me. I flinched back, falling into Ace's waiting arms. "Great, another problem."

Yet Elias’s presence behind her reminded her of loyalty, of protection, of another kind of fire—one she could rely on without questioning. Shaking herself, she turned back to the Codex. Her fingers traced the silver symbols, and the book opened on its own, revealing pages filled with ink that shimmered like liquid shadow. The words were indecipherable at first, swirling and shifting, but slowly, patterns emerged. Ancient spells, instructions for summoning and controlling shadows, notes about bloodlines and forbidden pacts… Evelyn’s eyes widened. She realized that everything Lucien and Elias had warned about, every secret Ava had hinted at, was contained within this single book. And the book