Elven City Novels & Stories

The creature that had bonded to her—whom she now called Ashmane—trailed at her side, eyes gleaming with supernatural intelligence. The city gates opened without a touch. Elara stepped forward first. Within Aethermoor, it was night though the sun still hung in the sky. The sky above the city shimmered with illusion, an eternal eclipse painted in swirling purple and black. There were no birds. No voices. Only the low hum of power vibrating through ancient runes carved into every wall. “Who keeps this city standing?” she whispered. “No one,” Kael said. “The city keeps itself.” They walked through empty streets where statues wept and windows blinked shut like eyes. Then they reached it: the Hall

“Don’t mind sharing, do ya, Ellie? Don’t want to be soaked for our super secret mission.” Elaine glared up at Andrew but continued walking. His arm snaked around her shoulders, and she nearly slammed an elbow into his gut. Andrew's words cut her off, however, “Play along, don’t want to attract any attention.” The boy’s words seemed to fall in the direction of a figure that was walking their way. They had made it out of the confines of the academy, and now they were facing the silent, but deadly, streets of Norta, Artharia’s capital city.

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth.

i whimpered, my eyes burning with tears that refused to fall. His face darkened at the edges, reminding me that he was an elf. “You may not remember me, Elly, you may not remember our past life together but I do. I have gone through hell to find you and i will not let you go, not when you want to play matryr.” he declares firmly, pressing the handle of the sheated dagger to my palm.

Today made it a full day since Liam left with the other guys. Lilith folded her arms. “I’ve been thinking about going to Nightspire City.” Alina’s hand paused mid-air. “Nightspire City? I’ve heard so much about it! My dad traveled there once for business. He said the whole city looks like it was built with gold.” “He wasn’t lying,” Lilith said proudly. “Nightspire is the biggest golden city in Eryndale. The lands glow at night, the towers glitter like stars… it’s beautiful.”

"I think I have found something, which will help us move forward." She picked up another book which she had brought from the shelves, but it was definitely not anything the mortal lands had ever seen. The gold cover of the book was encrusted with precious stones, and the pages were as soft as feathers, and as white as a dove. Aelanor was sure it was surely dove feathers pressed in the form of pages. Nimuel picked them up softly with her fingers, and turned a few pages. "It says here that the elven lands stretch for a few empires, due West, where The Realm of the Shadows starts" she looked up.

A days after I received that letter we got news that there was an attack on the capital city of Elvengard and Tranzelvania all the Elves made it out but the city was destroyed Tranzelvania was less fortunate because of the werewolves that he recruited because a werewolf bite is deadly to vampires one hundred thousand vampire citizens died luckily the other three hundred thousand citizens made it out alive but their city was also destroyed. The survivors have fled to other cities and are safe for now, but we don't know how long that will be, and the refugees will put a strain on the city's supplies.

Observed, like a test still ongoing. At one point, I stumbled slightly. Fenrir caught my arm without thinking. “Sorry,” I murmured. He didn’t let go right away. “Don’t apologize.” I didn’t pull away either. The path opened into a wide overlook carved into the mountainside. Below us, the elven capital stretched out, terraced white stone, flowing bridges of living wood, towers grown rather than built. Light drifted through the city like floating embers. It was beautiful. And intimidating.

Her tears were like rain, seeping straight out of the floor and down to the earth. The tears fell right down to the earth, in New York City, exactly where Alarick and Drake were gathering at this time. They gathered werewolves and dragons that are not many in modern times. The snakes gathered with them. No one knew when the war would start, but Drake wanted to propose that those who brought the war to the elven kingdom. “Your Majesty, no one knows where the Elf kingdom is now,” said one of the dragons. He is known as one of the richest people on earth today.

Today was the last day of my life. A moment after crossing the river and through the woods. I arrived at Glafelden, a small town located in the west of the Lurivia Kingdom. The city was directly adjacent to the tribe Elvian, which was separated by the Kalen River. This was the city where I lived.