Elysian Fields Book Novels & Stories

~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — ELIAS’ PRIVATE CHAMBER Elias didn’t move. He stood still in the ruin of his signal room, glass smoking, silence pressing against him like a curse. Echo stepped forward. “She chose him,” he said. Elias didn’t reply. He just picked up a blade. And began carving a new symbol into the marble wall: "The Quiet was mercy. The next will be judgment." ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY "The world blinked, and everything false burned away. That wasn’t war. That wasn’t revolution. That was one boy whispering ‘no’ loud enough for empires to kneel."

“I'm getting better, Sir Elysian. Well, are you in the middle of reading? Sorry if I interrupt your time." “I would love it if you were to interrupt my time, Your Highness.” “Oh, that's nice to hear. Hmm, that's the book I was reading at the time. did you read it again?” “Yes. The book is fun.” Elysian blushed. “Fun? Ouch, your taste is really different from mine.” Elysian chuckled. He was still having trouble fixing his gaze on the woman in front of him. He knew this spark he felt was dangerous but at least he wanted to enjoy it a little longer.

As he ran the kinks out of his body, and the fuzziness out of his mind, Lyle began to see the complications of his current situation. "Freya, please let me explain. It's not what you think it is." He caught her arm as she turned to leave, but she yanked it out of his grasp, her gaze hazy with anger. She focused on Arlene, standing behind Lyle. At that moment, she thought of nothing more than her wolf ripping Arlene's head off, her wolf growled it's satisfaction at the thought. Arlene touched what belonged to her, and she was going to pay-with her life.

There is no way I'll follow your wicked plots just like last time. Yseah continued at her thought as she raised both of her arms to cover her face with the book she's currently reading. "Oh my, it seems like I have planted quite a tantrum at you when I recklessly ventured alone the labyrinth maze. That I am really sorry." claimed Margaret as retaining her beguile image. Yseah rolled her eyes without any hesitation- but only to be hidden into Margaret's sight with the book hindering Yseah's dainty face.

He stills and then stands, his hands to his mouth. “Holy fucking hell.” Morpheus rolls his eyes and nods, “Told you, obvious when you actually look.” He opens up his book again and goes back to reading. Eliza looks between the two of them, “I’m assuming you can’t tell me.” Sol tilts his head and groans; he runs his fingers through his hair and turns away from her to pace. “Okay then. Morpheus, is there a book here I’m allowed to read?” He smiles and nods. He clicks his fingers and a book appears on the coffee table. She raises an eyebrow but nods and picks it up. It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine,

Hades, The night air was quiet as we stepped into the manor, but the stillness did little to soothe the storm brewing within me. Elysia walked beside me, her expression unreadable yet beautiful in the low candlelight. She hadn’t said much since we left the ballroom, but her silence wasn’t emptiness—it was concentration. Her mind worked like mine. Both of us were thinking of the Book Knowledge and the parts we had recovered. We reached the chamber where the pieces were laid out—ten fragments of ancient parchment, each humming with a soft, otherworldly pulse. Elysia closed the door behind us and stepped into the circle they formed.

"This holds the origins of Eclisia, the prophecy, and the tale of the pendant." Hesitating for a moment, I reached out and touched the tome. It felt warm, pulsating with an energy that seemed to resonate with my very being. Richard's voice echoed in my mind, *"We're ready. Together."* Taking a deep breath, I opened the book. Images, sounds, and emotions washed over me. Scenes of a world long forgotten, of love and betrayal, power and sacrifice, played out. Lysandra narrated, "Centuries ago, Eclisia was a realm where time itself danced to the whims of its inhabitants. But with great power came great envy."

Murphy pulled back instantly from her, holding her hand gently and taking it off from her face, her eyes held tenaciously while locking her gaze at her, speaking rigidly in a loud voice, "THERE IS NO ELYSIUM FOR THOSE WHO DIE COWARDLY! NO ELYSIUM FOR US EVEN! IT'S FOR HEROES! WHO DEFY THEIR FATES, AND DON'T SURRENDER! IT'S NOT FOR COWARDS LIKE YOU AND ME!".

The weight of the prophecy settled fully on my shoulders as the battlefield quieted, the lull more terrifying than the clamor of war. Lycus’s words haunted me, twisting around my thoughts like a noose. _“It’s about what you’re willing to lose.”_ I knelt beside Elyria’s broken form. Blood soaked her silver hair, and her breathing came in shallow gasps. Draven crouched beside me, his gaze locked on mine. “Whatever it takes, we finish this.”

Below, seafoam boiled between jagged rocks like breath escaping a leviathan’s lungs. Behind her, Elias checked the glyphs burned into the spine of the travel scroll, muttering Yanuwah incantations under his breath. He was younger than either of them but aged from within—marked by loss, burdened by the expectations of a bloodline he had only just begun to understand.