Elven Books Novels & Stories

"Longer than it takes me to rip your throat out. You rejected me. Called me worthless. Now I'm the one with roots coming out of the ground. How's that feel?" He laughed wet. "Feels like you're dead already. The elders don't negotiate. They erase. And when they come, they'll burn this whole keep just to get to you." Gunnar grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head against the table once. Hard. "Names. Who's riding with Jakob? How many shamans?" Sveinn spat blood on the floor. "You'll find out when they're at your walls. Elva's blood is a beacon now. Every pack that hates the idea of one king is coming. And they all want her head on a spike before she wakes up fully."

It could be among the people who called themselves our allies. The archives’ doors loomed ahead, massive, engraved with symbols older than any I had seen outside the ruins. Fenrir pressed his hand against them, murmuring a word in Elvish. The runes glowed, faintly recognizing him as their prince, before sliding open with a sound like wind over glass. Inside, the halls were lined with floating books, scrolls suspended in shimmering air, pages turning of their own accord. Knowledge here didn’t sleep. And yet, as we stepped in, I felt something heavier: eyes watching us from the shadows.

Soft yellow light surrounded her bed when she switched on her side lamp, Elara coughed lightly as she blew on the white cloth which covered the book. Removing the cloth she stared at the black large book , her soft hazel- brown eyes widened as she stared at the title of the book, her long dark eyelashes flickered as she roamed her eyes on that book. THE LEGEND ALPHA PRINCE, that was the title of the book, she softly ran her fingers on the book and surprisingly that letters glowed by her touch as if it had recognised its owner. Taking a deep breath Elara opened the book, her hands trembling as her long wavy brown hairs flew because of strange wind, She frowned as she took in the sight of a st

I said,totally forgetting i was not supposed to tell any one that and when I remembered, it was too late. " That is not possible Kevan. Elves are non existent. They would say extinct. Plus if she had those...there is no way she would still be alive. She would have been killed...except she walks around covering her ears with a scarf or something. "She said jokingly but on hearing the scarf part,I swallowed hard. I looked back at the book and read the note under it. Elves are faerie creatures are considered dangerous because of their strange and powerful abilities. It is not necessarily true that an elf is evil but once in the face of extremely grave danger,their powers surface.With power come

Even from atop the wall, Elara could feel powerful magic radiating from it. Old magic. Ancient magic. The chest was carefully opened. Inside rested a single book. --- Gasps erupted among the nobles. The book looked older than anything most of them had ever seen. Its leather cover was cracked with age. Silver symbols decorated the binding. The moment Elara looked at it, something inside her stirred. Recognition. Not conscious recognition. Something deeper. Something instinctive. The Alpha lifted the book carefully. "This is the Chronicle of Luna." Even Lucien's eyes narrowed.

she said as she quickly went to the table, holding the pin with a drop of my blood over a small hole on the front of the book. “That wasn't a warning!” I said, a little mad but the pain was already fading. “It's probably already healed” she said but before I could say something, a much smaller click was heard and the golden spine fell off. “Wow” Pearl whispered, reminding me of her presence. “Here lies the history of both this Kingdom and the Kingdom of the dark elves” mom said, smiling as she opened the book. “Wait, I thought you were going to tell us about Alari” Pearl said, sounding as confused as I felt.

“And if it sees your fear, it feeds.” ★★★ ★★★ The dormitory was hushed that night, its silence thick and humming. Rain pressed faintly against the window, tapping like fingers that wanted in. Elowyn sat on the bed with her knees drawn close, the dim lamp flickering beside her. The book she’d stolen from the restricted aisle of the Draven Clan’s records lay open before her — older than the Academy itself, its spine cracked, its scent sharp and metallic. The ink on its pages wasn’t still.

I reeled off a few more books before Viggo raised his hand, signalling for me to stop. “Almost all of those books in the royal library can't be read by normal Elves, only the ones with druidic genes can uncover the secrets of those pages.” My father raised his brow at me at the same time the corner of his mouth pulled up in a grin. “Secrets?” I asked, not knowing what he meant.

Although not as lethal as vervain is for a vampire, Wolfsbane is an effective plant to help keep a vampire at bay. Elsa snapped the book shut with a sense of satisfaction. Thankful that she kept such a complete garden of herbs for her medicines and spells, she rushed to the drying room and filled a few medium sized pouches with dried verbena and wolfsbane. She also grabbed a bit of dried garlic that she’d only just ground that afternoon. She wasn’t sure what she’d do with the garlic from her garden that she couldn’t do with garlic from a store, but it wouldn’t hurt to take it along.