Novelas y relatos de Elven Heartbound

"He's got invited to join this year's selection." "What was that all about?" I finally asked when we get passed the entry point. Trees were lining up on both sides of the concrete road, creating a huge canopy of leaves above us. "Nothing." He smiled, an obviously fake one. "Listen, Entice. Once you get to the Academy, make sure to never take that necklace off." "Why?" "It's for your own good, Ice bear. And if anything happens, don't hesitate to give me a ring." Speaking of ring, I didn't have the chance to shoot more questions when George's phone rang, his boring ringtone made me cringe. How many times did I tell this old man to pick a new ringtone?

Being born in Enchantria and having the chance to know amazing enchanters like them. Lena suddenly took my hands and danced with me in the middle of the crowd. I happily went with her who drags me all around our yard while being greeted by different people. Everyone knows me, that didn’t surprised me though. I am a half-fairy, one of the rarest demi-human that exists in Enchantria. People like me once lived in Centrevia, the main and the center land of Enchantria. Fairies and half-fairies yields ice magic which is very rare. Only fairies and royal bloods possess this unique magic so I’m deeply honored. My mother didn’t became a half-fairy because her mom is a pure human who’s an Air wizard.

My vision blurs, tears stinging my eyes. “I’ll give you one last chance,” Ivan seethes. “Come with me willingly, or die. If I can’t have you, no one can.” Summoning the last of my courage, I look him dead in the eye. “I would rather burn in hell than be with you.” I gather all the moisture in my mouth and spit directly in his face. Ivan recoils, wiping at his cheek with a snarl. “Then you’ve sealed your fate.” He nods to one of his men, who steps forward with a sadistic grin.

The movement had the practiced familiarity of one who had once been allowed too near; it read like entitlement. “Put down the act, Bella,” he murmured. He brushed a thumb along the shell of my ear, precise, memorized. “You know me. You know what I’m capable of. When the candles go out after he finishes arranging the chessboard, you won’t be the one left to hold the matches.”

She removed her coat, revealing the wound still oozing black blood. "The black blood in me grows stronger," she whispered. "Every time I use it… I feel myself fading." Lucien reached out, cold fingers brushing her wrist. "Don’t be afraid. I will hold you here." "You can’t hold me forever, Lucien. You know better than anyone — this blood isn’t just a curse… it’s living memory." Lucien was silent for a moment, then drew from his coat a shard of red jade carved with the Draven crest. "This is the ‘Blood Heart.’ Azrael once used it to bind Elyra’s soul. Now, I will use it to bind us."

My soul ripped from flesh cast into the Netherveils, a place of endless cold and silence. My body was sealed in the Chamber of Echoes a coffin among kings I was never allowed to join. But I was not alone there. Elaria, driven mad with grief, sought revenge. She found the relic — the Frostheart Staff, a weapon older than the Tree itself used by the druids during the war. With it, she unleashed storms across the surface, freezing entire battalions where they stood. She would have destroyed the Elven kingdom if not for my brother. He stopped her, barely, and the council bound her beneath the Druid kingdom her life force chained to the roots of the Tree to sustain it.

“The Heart of the Winds? What do we need to do to reach it?” “The Heart is a source of unimaginable power that can amplify the winds’ strength,” Zephyr explained, his voice grave. “However, to unlock its full potential, you must retrieve three elemental stones that guard it. These stones are protected by fierce creatures, each embodying the essence of the elements: earth, fire, and water. Only by proving your worth to these guardians will you be able to claim the stones and access the Heart.” Xavier clenched his fists, determination igniting within him. “Then we’ll get those stones. We don’t have time to waste.”

"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.