Elven Heartbound Novels & Stories

"The Bloodbound Heir returns." ~~~~~ Alya's heart hammered against her ribs, but her feet were frozen to the spot. The shadows seemed to ripple around the vampire, like a dark cloak wrapping itself around him, making him part of the very air she breathed. He was a vision out of a nightmare, but it was his words that caught her like a vice. The Bloodbound Heir returns. She hadn’t been prepared for that. She didn’t know what he meant, but something in her gut twisted, a sense of destiny—or doom—sinking in like a weight on her chest.

Bloodbound Trials A Forbidden Fantasy Romance of Power, Betrayal, and Desire. Under the light of a crimson moon, one forgotten secret has the power to awaken an ancient kingdom. Ariana has spent her entire life believing she was ordinary until a mysterious pendant, haunting dreams, and a dangerous stranger shatter everything she thought she knew. Thrust into a hidden world of forbidden magic, cursed bloodlines, and ruthless enemies, she discovers that her past has been buried beneath centuries of lies. As dark forces close in, Ariana must unravel the truth behind her family's disappearance and embrace a destiny she never chose. But every answer comes with a price, and every ally hi

I don't trust anyone in this hall, even though they are loyal to me and to the kingdom, I still can't trust them except for Elowen who I had grown fond of with how much she cherished me. "The world can only be saved by one thing..." she said. "What can save us? What are we to do, to get our hands on it?" Elowen asked. "It can also destroy if fallen in the hands of the evil ones." she said. "Something that can destroy and at the same time save. What could that be?" Nyxara asked. "It's the key to the heart of magic." She finally said. "Key to the heart of magic? What is the heart of magic?" Isolde asked.

At once, the Elites cleared his path. “How about we end your life? Since you care too much about my son, it’s time you go ahead of him. At least, you wouldn’t see him die.” “You—you won’t get away with this!” Eleanor tried standing, but a red-like chain brought her back to the ground. “I already did.” Xavier squeezed his fist, and the chain binding her tightened. Eleanor shrieked; her skin was melting as the chain’s clutch grew tighter. Her bone sizzled when it moved past the protection of her thick flesh.

Now, no one can be absent from the blood-bound agreement. "Bring that heart here!" cried Alarick to his men. A moment later they returned with a glass casket containing a ruby ​​colored heart floating in the glass casket. The heart is placed in their midst. "What should we do now?" asked the forest fairy. “Elves, you guys have a way to find Drake?” Alaric asked. The elves mastered magic at its best. They could find Drake for sure. “We need time,” one of the elves replied. "Do it now!" cried Alaric.

“I’m nothing like you.” The dark Joel smirked. “You’re exactly like me. And you, Elora… you’re the reason he becomes this.” Elora’s chest ached. “No… No, that’s not true!” The twisted Joel lunged at her, but the real Joel moved faster, intercepting the blow with a thunderous clash of claws. “Go!” he barked at Elora. “Find the heart of this place. End this trial!” The Heart of Shadows Elora sprinted toward the center of the ruined town, her power flaring with every step. At the heart stood a massive black crystal, pulsing like a beating heart.

"They’re going to drop the entire mountain on top of the Keep." "They'll kill everyone," Seraphina said, her horror rising. "Demons, humans, servants... everyone." "Unless we get to the Heart," Kael said, pointing deeper into the cave. "The mountain's core. If you can channel the Bloodbound energy into the ley lines, you can create a shield. But it will signal your location to everyone." Seraphina looked at her hands. She was no longer just a girl from a village. She was the bridge. "Let them come," she said, her voice turning firm. "I'm done hiding."

“The heart below answers to blood. It always has.” Elara turned on him. “Say one more word about my child like she’s a tool, and I will end you.” For the first time, Thorne hesitated. Kael stepped beside her, low voice steady. “What is the heart?” Thorne studied the fissure. “An old force. Buried when the first packs divided the north. It feeds on power. Bonds. Bloodlines.” The silver light pulsed. Mira’s small fingers curled into Elara’s cloak.

Raven looked at me with his dark blue eyes and said, "Moonbound. Now you must follow your gut and your courage. Every bond, every heartbeat—your Silver Heart is the key!" Draven was hit by the second strike. I twisted, molten energy flaring, blocking the dark fire that was aimed at him. Sparks flew across the forest in a violent way, sending red, silver, black, and crimson streaks. My chest hurt and my heart was racing, but I felt the bond—our hearts beating in perfect sync.

Two catalysts in the shape of a bear and a chest plate. Those whistle that brought the horror and hate no longer burst from her lungs for she cannot move. There is an arcane circle crafted from the runes and the elf’s mana pool that prohibits her movement. This energy bond is as big as the radius crafted from the trees that are marked from before as if the mouse has sprung its own web of sorts. Although the siren’s movements are no more, she is still able to laps her lips to make a voice of protest. “What spell is this?” Xialn smirks under the confines of his helmet. His own tone laps out of his mouth in the same pitch and language as the monster in front of him. “A simple binding spell on a