Elven Heartbound Novels & Stories

Dangerous. “The Heart of Atheren.” Her breath stutters. “A myth.” “No,” I whisper. “A legend—but real. A stone imbued with the first Lycan’s essence. Created by the elves before they vanished. Anyone who carries it… carries her gifts.” Lina’s eyes widen—not with awe, but with comprehension. Fear. She understands now why Elira hunts. Why does the King hide? Why I endured. “If the Heart remains here,” I continue, “Elira will discover it. And when she does—everything falls. Every pack. Every clan. Every bloodline.”

I’m keeping an eye on the witches that are against us, Tate and making sure I stay close to Xander, but mostly, I’m looking for Levana. Once we get inside the castle, the noise of magic and snarling wolves echos off the walls, making it much harder to hear anything. “Einar, can you smell her?” I yell over the noise of the battle as I send a magic barrier to Angel who stayed in her human form and is doing the thing that Emlyn did, drawing the power from the witches. Cyran, Liam’s wolf, is guarding her and as I watch, her aura begins to darken, taking on the color of the witches' magic.

Because Sevina knew that she could defeat countless armies with just her powers but there was no effective weapon to overcome this emotion she had in her heart. That was the truth... Her heart was the enemy now yet it felt like even if she could really get rid of it or not, she was still going to lose. ------------------------ PRINCE KEVIAN sat on the huge couch inside his quarters, looking deep in his thoughts as he blankly stared at the dance of the flames on the fireplace across the spacious room. He had been troubled by a lot of things all day.

Sure it had something to do with business. "How have you been?" I directed the question to Bryan. Something flickered in his eyes for a moment. It seemed the question had made him recollect himself. Bryan and I might share something unique in common, but we weren't exactly alike. I liked women, he knew it. And with Isla, everything was changing in such a pace that I couldn't believe. It was unlike what I had ever felt for anyone. It wasn't just a random feeling, it felt like my heart had been tied to hers—Entangled. That was why despite how wrong I felt it was to be fucking Mason and Olivia's little princess, it still felt so right and so fucking good.

Malthea rushed in with a satchel of Rook’s Ash—the last ingredient needed for the Rite of Final Seal. “Hurry!” she urged Elias, tossing him the ash. He scattered it at his feet, and the ashes ignited with golden flame, encircling the boys. Elias placed the Heart of Thorns into the ashes. Light surged, flickering across the chamber in a lattice of living runes. Cassian pressed his hand against Elias’s shoulder, lending his youthful power. Aragorn, safe in Cassie’s arms, hummed a single note—a pure acoustic that resonated through the runic lattice.

The woman's voice was a soft song, weaving through the air like wind in the trees. "Seek the Heartstone," she whispered. "It holds the key to restoring the ley lines. But beware the Shadowborn—they will stop at nothing to claim it." Ava awoke with a start, the words echoing in her mind. She shared the dream with Ashton and the others at dawn. "The Heartstone," Rhian mused. "Legends say it's a crystal of immense power, hidden deep within the Ruins of Eldara, far to the south." Kaelin frowned. "That's territory controlled by Malrik's forces. If the Shadowborn are involved, it'll be a deadly mission."

Faint red light shimmered along the carvings, and a distant humming echoed like a forgotten lullaby. “She’s close,” Rowan whispered. Callen took the lead, torch held high. “Stay close. The magic here isn’t dead, it's sleeping.” They moved through the corridors until they reached a chamber sealed with a thick stone door. At its center was a symbol they had seen once before: the same binding rune that marked the children. “She’s bound,” Elara said, eyes wide. “Like us. But different.” Kael stepped forward. “Different how?” “She’s not tied to love,” Elara replied. “She’s tied to *loss.*”

She’s light enough that if it weren’t for that I probably would forget that she was even there. So wrapped up in the feeling of freedom as I glide through the trees, I don’t even realize that we’ve made it to Riverglen until Iselyn yanks on the fur at the base of my throat. I hear myself whine and skid to a halt. I sniff the air for any sign of Jace and pick up on his scent to the west. Lemon and mint and cedar wood with a hint of gasoline. I follow the scent. Intoxicated by it as it gets stronger and stronger.

A low sound. Almost disbelieving. But it grew louder until the laughter echoed across the battlefield. Riven felt his stomach tighten. "Elias." His brother lifted his head. "I can feel it." Riven's grip tightened. "What?" "The Heart." Kael's expression darkened. "It is sealed." "No." Elias turned his silver gaze toward the mountain. "It is sleeping." Riven remembered his mother's warning. The seal was incomplete. The Heart could awaken again. Elias raised his hand toward the distant mountain.

"If humans aren't the weakest in terms of mana, then who is? The elves?" "No, it's a race called beastkin." "I've never heard of them." "I'm not surprised. They live on a neighbouring island called Besal island. They only come here to trade." "How many different races are there?" "If I include ours, there's five. Dragons, humans, elves, fairies and beastkin." "Fairies?" "Yes, they're a small race that neighbour the elves' homeland in the great forest. However, they never leave their homeland other than to trade with the elves, so you're unlikely to ever see one."