Elven Heartbound Novels & Stories

James shook his head. "I'm sorry… I know you'd be devastated if you saw his body, so I had him cremated." But he wasn't. He was just worried that I'd see our son's hollowed chest, missing a heart. I fought back my hatred as I stared at the lopsided bracelet on James' wrist. It was Stan's gift to him. James had often suffered from insomnia back then, so Stan learned how to make one of those Kabbalah bracelets and gave it to him.

“So why don't the mortals just flee there.” "Then, where will those with evil hearts flee to?" The elf area is known as a holy land. Only people whose hearts are clean, good, and allowed to enter there. If our heart is bad, then the protective veil will give a refusal reaction. And, when that bad feeling comes in the middle of a trip or when it stays there, it will immediately put the person outside the area. The elves have bought enough in this matter. "I'll replace it, later let Selena decide."

The fingers that had clutched my heart now covered my mouth, and my eyes found Brett's for the first time. He brushed away the tears trailing down my cheeks with the pad of his thumb and held my gaze for an impossibly long time. There were people staring at us from every direction, but I couldn't bring myself to rush the moment or pull my sight from the flecks of gold dancing in his stunning green eyes. Instead of listening to the words I should have etched into my brain, I memorized the details of his irises sparkling back at me. "Sweetheart, I've waited thirty years for you."

asked Astrid, looking probing. “I can guarantee that Lycus is telling the truth. He doesn't have The Heart of Magic with him. They've taken it from Lycus. Because of that, Lycus used my heart as a source of strength. That is the origin of our meeting,” replied Zergenth calmly. “We came here because we followed the instructions of the Elf Queen, Lenna Omanelis. It read like this," said Astrid. She cleared her throat for a moment then started singing in her beautiful clear voice.

“He’s still alive… for now. But you’re not here for him. Not really.” Elira turned slowly, holding something out. A book. Bound in black leather and laced with living veins of gold. The Grimoire of Binding. “The truth of our bloodline is in here. What they stole from us. What you need to see before you judge me.” Elara took it, her fingers tingling the moment she touched it. Visions stabbed through her mind—flashes of queens drowned in fire, children marked by fate, a kingdom cursed by its own magic. And at the center of it all…

At its center, on a pedestal of stone, sat a heart—a pulsing mass of black flesh, veins of shadow snaking out to connect with the runes. “The queen,” Elara breathed. The heart beat faster, and a voice echoed in her mind—not words, but a scream of rage, of hunger. The shadow tendrils outside intensified, and Elara heard wolves howling in pain. “Hurry, Mamma!” Ellie cried, her golden eyes blazing. Elara uncorked the vial, but before she could strike, the heart shot out a tendril, wrapping around her wrist. Pain exploded as it burned through her skin, searing the mark until it bled.

He was with Oliver in the room. Violet and Lucian wore cloaks to cover their faces. Violet was so happy and excited. She strolled around like a child in a playground while Lucian was like a father taking his daughter for a walk. Violet bought flowers, candy, sweet cakes and ate them together with Lucian while enjoying the beautiful view of the festival. There are beautiful flowers everywhere. The lanterns illuminate the streets with their golden light as the moon and stars illuminate the night sky with their beautiful light. Lucian suddenly stopped his steps, followed by Violet, when he saw the blind old man selling the amulets. He couldn't move his gaze as he looked at the two red heart rin

Dressed in white robes, he held a glowing staff. “I will explain what has happened,” the elder said, walking to the infant. He pointed his staff, and a soft light enveloped the creature. In the glow, I could see a powerful, chaotic magical energy swirling inside it. “The Heart of Life of the Elves,” the elder said slowly. “Someone has used the elves’ most precious sacred relic.” Jacob whirled on Isabella. “What did you do?” Isabella whispered weakly, “I—I just wanted a powerful child—the elf said a small piece of the Heart would make the baby stronger—”

But her pain radiated from her like light on silver. “Even Mérida’s healing power didn’t bring Sameera back, the warrior Queen of Wind. It was then one night, we – Isaiah and I – stumbled upon a ritual circle, the inverted pentagram that embodies evil, that signifies a perverse power, and the blackest of the magick. In the centre was Théoden, calling to the red spirits of demons, his eyes red and crazed and we walked away, and decided to remove Sameera from his household. She didn’t believe, heart deeply affixed on him, her love blinded, just as his desire blinded him. She gave birth to the babe the same night, gave her to us and walked away.” Shalom heaved in a sigh. Lyka’s eyes glittered,

The earring for the left ear is just a flat cross with the ordinary nut and a cross with two tiny chains for the right, which makes them unique. Maia is walking along the hallway, alone. She doesn't know where her best friend is, and she didn't care, too. Her father called her through their mind link that she needs to go to their pack's hall. She doesn't know why but she has a strange feeling about the gatherings.