Elvish Books Novels & Stories

The grand library glowed with the soft amber light of floating lanterns and a roaring hearth fire that cast long, dancing shadows across towering shelves. Guests had retired for the evening after another lavish solstice supper, but the manor refused to sleep. Enchanted books rustled faintly on their own, pages turning as if reading scandalous secrets aloud. Elara slipped inside after midnight, telling herself she only wanted a quiet moment with a novel to calm her racing mind. In truth, her body burned.

"If you burn this, your story with me... it never reaches a conclusion. We'll be in this 'Volatile Middle' forever. The tension, the fighting, the hunger... it never settles into peace." Elara looked into his grey eyes. She saw the demon who had branded her, the man who had died for her, and the partner who was now standing in the Zero-Point with her. "Peace is just another word for 'Paid in Full', Vane," Elara said. "And I’m not interested in being settled." She touched the flame to the corner of the book. The leather didn't burn with orange fire. It erupted in a geyser of white light and rainbow colored ink. The pages turned into birds made of words, flying out of the vault, through the co

He’d simply moved us forward in time. Lance and Lilith lay naked on a bed of furs. Standing over them was an old crone. She was dressed in a black woolen robe and was holding a smoking bundle of herbs. As she slowly passed the bundle over the length of their naked bodies, she uttered words that I couldn’t understand. “Ah. It seems your long lost love and his new wife wish to conceive a child,” he said in a taunting manner. “They have commissioned the aid of our dear Agatha. She is a good soldier of darkness. The child will be devilishly evil.”

I turned to see Ellis looking quizzically at Liam, his mouth open and nodded. "Ellis, this is my brother Liam, heir to the dark elves kingdom. Liam this is Ellis, my human soulmate," I said firmly and smiled as they shook each other's hands. "That's some kick ass leatherwork," Ellis said about Liam's royal elven clothes. Liam nodded and showed off a metal girdle with intricate Celtic patterns. Ellis' eyes were wide, studying it all with an artistic eye. "Are you finished fanboying my brother yet?" I smirked at Ellis and he apologized for being so enamored but thought the work was absolutely amazing.

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And yet the last light of the evening fell through. Golden. Warm. Almost alive. There were three beds in the room. Little. Ordinary. Despite the decades. A closet. A table. A shelf full of books. All covered with dust. And yet nothing was left. Not really. It's safe. Like someone was looking after it. “Look at this.” Elio already knelt beside the shelf. The books were old. Very old. Fairy tales. Kidneys. School books. Character blocks. And there was a little notebook in between.

The rink along her finger taps about on the wooden, outer exterior. The larger man finds himself in the public library. The establishment is made with countless bookshelves that are on their last leg. It seems that they only stand up out of the will of defiance rather than curiosity about the creature’s knowledge. Among all the peasants that are reading, some are ripping pages out of the book and eating the paper, though these people are poor and few and far between, Garth is still able to beam his eyes around the community and spot them, though he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his right-hand reaches to the top of one of the bookshelves. The top shelves are home to books that have not been

“It will take most of the day to reach the shipwreck. I will lose three days to this book, but it will be worth it.” “How many books, Rivyn?” I asked him, smoothing his skin beneath the palm of my hand. “How many books until this is done?” “Six books,” he replied on a sigh. “I would prefer nine, but six is ambitious in the time frame. The book after this, is amongst the winged people of the Ekhora isles. The other two are closer to home, amongst the Dark Elves, and another a sorceress called Jiloria. And then, we’ll return to Arsiath.”

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

There was the odour of old wood that was hundreds or maybe thousands of years old. This is one of the historians Alves Alvario's seven records. I could tell this individual was not human just by the name. He was most certainly an elf, presuming that elves could live a long life and that the individual had lived long enough to be able to write such books. I leafed through the book. I'm Alves Alvaro, an ordinary historian. If somebody wants to locate me, they may look through my other titles. Grand Sage should be one of my many titles, but you wouldn't find me anyplace except the realms of the elves.