Elysian Fields Book Novels & Stories

Her pupils were dilated, black eating at the whites of her eyes as she stared into the center of the book. “It’s reacting to Valarieth,” she said softly. Elias’s breath caught. “To me?” Then the shadows surged. They climbed Elias’s legs, his arms, wrapped around his throat—not strangling, just anchoring—and suddenly his head snapped back, eyes flaring gold as the world vanished around him. “Elias!” Lucian caught him, but it was too late. He was gone. Smoke choked the sky. Flames screamed as they ate through stone and bone alike. Ash fell like snow. The city was ancient, its towers unfamiliar—architecture curved and vast, like ribcages built into the earth.

They elongated, curved, and flowed into one another, transforming into a script I had never seen—one of breathtaking grace and complexity. "Elven," Cassius breathed, his voice a reverent whisper beside me. He leaned closer, his focus so intense it seemed to block out the rest of the world. I handed him the book. He took it with a delicate care, as if it were a priceless, living thing. His fingers brushed against the cover, and he traced the lines of the script on the page. For a fleeting moment, a profound and ancient sorrow flickered in his eyes, a ghost of a lost home, before it vanished. Amelia and I watched him, holding our breath. Finally, his voice cut through the silence. "The Field o

Helga intoned, her voice like wind cutting through bone, “Bound by blood, sealed by fear, do you come of your own will?” “I do,” I whispered, but my voice cracked. I swallowed, harder this time. “I do.” She opened her eyes then. Pale, almost silver in the firelight. She saw through me. “Once unbound, your wolf will wake. She will rise and she may not be kind.” I nodded, because I couldn’t trust myself to speak again.

) 🤭 Elly, as though all the stress in the world had suddenly crashed down on her at once, buried her face in her hands and growled, "Oh, f**k!… Kael is going to kill us." It seemed the book of supernatural legends written by Eva and Kael centuries ago was being rewritten all over again, in this very town…

He laughs even harder then lunges forward to grab me by my neck and pulls me down the first step of stairs. “How are they going to save you when they themselves need the saving? I bet by now they are already unconscious or puking out their organs because wolfsbane really does it's wonder” My eyes widened. “What are you going to do now Elysia? Cry and scream like you used to? Go ahead, I missed your screams and that helpless face” “I am not afraid of you anymore” I said through gritted teeth and grabbed his wrist before twisting it.I released myself from his grip.

The truth burns: the Herald is Elara’s kin, corrupted by betrayal, seeking to unmake her legacy. Kalia’s orb sparks, her aura flaring, her eyes distant, a vision seizing her. “Aelys!” she gasps, “the Herald—it’s gathering relics on a rift-torn world, unraveling the Veil!” Her relic pulses, the Herald’s hymn echoing: “Lumora falls, child—your cosmos is mine.” The archive trembles, void-wraiths breaching the dome, their claws slashing. I shield Kalia, my blade striking a wraith, my hymn faltering, my mortal heart straining. The relic’s hymn surges, its starlight wounding me, pain erupting, Lena’s spark flickering. “Aelys!” Kalia cries, her orb flaring, her hymn unsteady but fierce, felling a w

Layana looked up from the book her heart pounding, as both mulled over the words she had read. “This book is hundreds of years old, I don’t think anyone even remembers the ability, and it’s clear they think the lines dead…” Declan said sensing her worry, her eyes were back to normal and her powerful aura was gone. “But… according to the laws of Ehlesaar, I should be dead,” she said quietly hugging the book to her chest.

None of it explained why Draven had been turned into a beast. My vision blurred for a minute and my hands shook but I turned another brittle page anyway. A knock sounded once before the door creaked open and Elysia appeared. “Elara,” her voice came softer than usual. I didn’t look up. “Hi.” “You look like hell.” “I feel worse,” I said, sighing as I picked up another grimoire. She stepped fully inside, eyes sweeping over the chaos of books. “You really haven’t rested, have you?”

“ It’s been a while since I came here so I was getting bored staying in just a room, so I decided to explore the packhouse, but there was nothing more to explore so I went into a room and there was a sign on it that it’s prohibited to go into it but I went anyway. And it was full of books, I wondered if it was a library so I decided to read some books but there was a book which was looking too old and when I opened it, there was so much information about Imugi. When I read that word I thought it was about you.” Whatever Elysian was telling him was making him suspicious and there were so many thoughts that were driving him angry. “But why did you say to not tell this to Lorcan?” He was more

The air cracked like thunder as Erythos turned his full fury on Elior. The sheer force of his gaze weighed on the battlefield, pressing down like an unseen mountain. The sky churned, black clouds twisting into unnatural shapes, and the ground beneath Elior’s feet trembled as if recoiling from the god’s wrath. With a mere gesture, Erythos hurled Elior back. The impact sent him skidding across the broken ruins, stones shattering beneath his weight. Rael and Bram rushed to his side, barely able to keep their footing as the battlefield itself twisted and cracked.