Elven Heartbound Novels & Stories

Their boots crunched on the pink snow with one grating sound. “The cave,” Liora said, clenching her marked hand tight, the cold pulse from the goddess guiding her and also giving her warning. “Lyra’s prophecy said to destroy the ancient evil’s heart. We thought it was a thing: a crystal, a stone. But we were wrong. The heart isn’t a rock anymore. It’s “them”, all of them, bound together. The cave is where its power is strongest, the root of their magic. That’s where we break it and free them.”

She threw on her robe, hands shaking as she grabbed her healer’s satchel, dagger, and a small bundle of moonbloom seeds Liora had given her “for emergencies.” Bare feet on cold wood, then cold grass as she ran toward the heart stone.The path was hell.Wolves fought in the shadows Blackthorn guards holding lines against waves of Silverfang attackers, claws flashing, fangs tearing, blood spraying dark across moonlit ground.A young wolf the same one who had held the line at the first strike fell near the path, gashes across his chest, eyes wide with pain.Elara dropped beside him, hands pressing to the wounds.“Hold on,” she whispered, voice breaking. “Hold on ”He shifted to human form, gasping.“T

Bjork says. “It might be to someone who wasn’t raised with it. But ever since I got my wolf at ten and accepted our previous Alpha and Luna as my leaders, I’ve had it. Our wolves are very good at helping us to navigate the mind link. Elves apparently have it too,” I tell them, watching as Bjorn and Hope shift. “Elves are real? Are they mean?” Artis asks. “Not the ones I’ve met. One of the Guardians in our packs is mated to one. He’s a prince which means that she’s the next queen. Pretty cool, right?” I ask, grinning at them.

Elves. Maelda grew too, birthing fruits which when ripened, cracked open to reveal tiny Elves with silver hair and violet eyes. The royal bloodline, birthed by Maelda herself, the Mother Tree, keeper of the Dark Lord’s heart. Soon enough, the memories faded away and Prince Ron found himself standing before Maelda again. His gaze dropped to the steadily beating heart in her hands. “That’s… the Dark Lord’s heart.” Maelda nodded. Prince Ron mind whirled with everything he had just seen. “Is that what the Shadow Master is after? He wants to give the Dark Lord his heart back?”

“You heard me, right?” The two elves looked nervously from their dead leader, to Vanadine, then the blade he held before looking at each other. Vanadine knew they were weighing up the risks of attacking with the reward of the priceless metal he held in his had. The scarcity of metal in Elaris meant the blade he held would be enough when sold to set them both up comfortably for life. Their quandary, however, was whether they would live long enough to see any of it or even touch the blade.

The stench of charred hair and flesh filled my nose as her body sagged to the ground, blood oozing from the virtually cauterized stump. I jerked aside even as Lyra shrieked, covering Owen’s eyes with one hand, though he threw her away with annoyance, gaze darting between the dead and his brother. “Explain yourself,”Alpha Orion yelled at Tristan, who had already vanquished his axe, his arms crossed and his face fixed. “Her name is Embla. She’s vowed to Alpha Maximus, and”—he reached down to tear open the back of her dress, revealing the crimson tattoo of an eye—“she’s a child of Hoenir.”

"The Archivist doesn't want the Heart! He wants us to kill each other over it! If we both bleed on the stone, the contract resets for another three hundred years!" Lyra hesitated. For a split second, the grey in her eyes flickered, and I saw my sister, the girl who used to brush my hair and tell me stories of the South. "Elara?" she whispered. Suddenly, the chains of black glass began to vibrate. The Heart of the Mountain let out a pulse of energy that threw us both backward. The ice beneath us began to crack. “Ting.”

In the center of the chamber, suspended by chains of grey bone, was the Void-Heart. It was a jagged, fist-sized diamond of black salt. It didn't glow; it seemed to suck the light out of the room. It was the negative image of the Mother-Lode. I reached for it, my sapphire claws extending. But as my fingers touched the black salt, the bond in my chest screamed. ELARA! Kaelen was at the shore. He had landed. I could feel his heat slamming into the grey mist outside the tower. He was screaming my name, his shadow-energy clashing with the salt-wards of the Sisters.

Her mind was already racing ahead, already pulling her toward the next task, the next piece of this impossible puzzle she needed to solve before her time ran out entirely. She found Elmund in the corridor outside Nolan’s chambers, and she could barely contain herself as she relayed the news. “It bloomed,” she said breathlessly. “The Heartbloom. I have it, Elmund. We have one of the three items.” Relief washed visibly across his face, though it was quickly replaced by the same grim determination that had carried them both through everything so far. “That’s incredible news,” he said. “But we still have two more to find, and time is running short.”

Any vampire who gets their hands on me will keep me captive for the rest of my life. And if I try to return to the rest of society, I will be killed or exiled. Evans shouts to Serena that they’re moving forward with the search. The tremor of pain in his voice magnifies my guilt. What have I done?