Elven Heartbound Novels & Stories

Glowing, almost, in some small impossible way none of them could have named — as if the cold autumn morning sun had picked her out of the platform with a long careful finger and was holding her there. The pack-folk in the courtyard stared. Elowen felt the second heartbeat under her ribs roar. It was not a heartbeat any more. It was a shout. The grey-eyed thing inside her chest that had been sleeping for twenty years and waking very slowly for the past several months threw its head back inside her body and opened its eyes, and the small careful glamour an old western witch named Mother Hadda had wrapped around the soul of a murdered prince and tucked into the body of a newborn girl twenty yea

he called her name in his heart. Lucian got out of bed quietly, leaving Selina, who was smiling in her dream. He walked over and stood by the window, watching the moon covered in black clouds. His mind was filled with Violet. He hated himself because he couldn't hate her. He couldn't get her out of his mind for even a second. His heart kept begging him to see her and hold her in his arms.

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.

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

Taking my seat across from Alpha Nathan, I felt Hazel settle beside me, her presence offering a small measure of comfort amidst the brewing storm. Hazel leaned closer, her voice a whispered warning. "Keep your guard up, Ryder. This guy gives me the chills." I nodded in agreement, my focus unwavering as I met Alpha Nathan's gaze. My desire to see Zelda burned fiercely within me, fueling my determination to navigate this treacherous game with finesse. I spoke, my voice laced with caution, "Alpha Nathan, I demand access to Zelda. How can we arrange her release?"

As Helena left the council room, her mind was racing with thoughts of the task ahead. She knew that hunting Drake would be no easy feat, and that she needed to prepare herself mentally and physically for the challenge. The first thing she did was visit the armory. She needed to make sure she had the right weapons for the job. She selected a set of silver stakes, a crossbow with silver-tipped bolts, and a short sword with a silver-coated blade. These were her preferred weapons for vampire hunting, and she knew she could trust them to get the job done.

She had come back a few months ago, after a small werewolf had freed her from the clutches of witches and rogues. He knew Hanna was traumatized, but she hid it, so he did everything to see her smile. That included throwing parties and treating her friends as if they were royal. One day, she will find her fated fireheart, and Boris hopes that her fireheart was a dragon in the clã, or that he will join the clã. He can't lose her. All dragons have an incomplete fire in their heart, but when they find their fated fireheart, that fire never goes out, and they love forever. They only love one dragon in all their long lives. Even after death, they won't be able to love another dragon.

In the grip of anger, Ahil had forcefully draw her closer, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like he had submerged himself in the abyss of her profound, ebony eyes. It wasn't just a gaze; it was as if her eyes wielded a magical force, slowly entrancing him.