Elven City 소설 & 이야기

“Oh, you can talk. That's great. Wow…uhm…my name is Tana. Actually, Thomasina, but it's not the 80s anymore, nobody uses that…” I watched as she continued talking and giggling. She might look strange, but it didn't seem like she would hurt me. My body began to relax. “I'm sorry, I've been babbling non-stop.” she laughed. “So Eloise, how did you get to Thornwood? Were you chased by a Hollowborn?” her face turned serious as she said the last word. The only word I understood was Thornwood. It was where all the werewolves lived. I've studied the map of Thornwood several times with Mae in the library that I had every place committed to memory.

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.

"So, what's your next move? Will you talk to them and ask permission to leave the pack? You're definitely going to have a hard time with that request," Melody asked Elara as they dined at a restaurant in the central city of the Summergrave Empire. Within the Summergrave Empire, various creatures coexist, such as Lycans, vampires, and even myths claiming that a black dragon founded this empire. But in recent years, more mortals have been residing here, so their identities are concealed, yet they continue to live alongside these beings.

I continue, “we now know where Malrec is gathering his forces.” I place the letter at the center of the table. “The old Fae capital.” Elarion’s expression grows thoughtful. “That city has been abandoned for centuries.” “Why?” Seraphina asks the question softly. “Because it sits directly atop one of the strongest convergence points between our realms,” Elarion replies. “Magic there runs deep.” “And unstable.” Jakob raises an eyebrow. “So Malrec picked the most dangerous place possible to start a war.” “Yes.” I fold my arms.

His pristine white robes, so practical and dignified in the clean, dry halls of the Sylvanae Archive, now felt like beacons announcing his foreignness in this twilight realm of dark wood and blue-glowing lanterns. "Stay close," Eliad murmured, his hand never straying far from the knife at his belt. "Dark elves love nothing more than separating tourists from their purses." Aldergon nodded, not wanting to call out Eliad’s rascism, but he knew the dark elves of this city did have a strong criminal underground. The humidity clung to his skin, making his robes heavy. Unfamiliar scents: some sweet, others pungent, and especially the marsh water, assaulted his senses from all directions.

"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."

Alexa exclaimed. "That's where we're going. We live in that City it's called witchers residence, and that you can see Molvadite City," he pointed towards the other side at the greenish huge floating mountain which had a small castle. "Who lives there?" "Elves, that is the kingdom of elves. Don't worry we are on good terms with them." Alastor smiled and they were getting close to the city, but before that they will have to cross the bridge which connects the city.

That is only because I have made the same mistakes before, but I will keep that to myself for now. “And there is one more reason to save the potions. Here in the village, we have way too many resources for the small number of elves that inhabit it, we can literally go outside and grab food from the trees if we are hungry. What do you think happens in a massive city like Listeria?” “Food is not that easy to come by?”