Elysian Fields Book Novels & Stories

Everyone seemed so happy, living their best lives in this incredible paradise. Feeling a sense of wonderment, I turned to the elder wolf beside me and mustered the courage to ask, "Excuse me, sir... If you don't mind me asking... where am I?" The elder wolf responded kindly, his words soothing my nerves. "Welcome to Elysian Fields." As the realization sank in that I was in a werewolf's paradise, I looked closely at the elder wolf beside me. And then, like a sudden realization crashing over me, I understood that he was no ordinary elder wolf. He was someone much more significant.

“Eloping? With a Lycan noble? Elsie, are you actively trying to die? Or worse, trying to start a war?” “I’m actively trying to live my life,” Elsie huffed, flicking her braid over her shoulder. “And he loves me, so—” “No.” Ferna raised a finger. “People who love you don’t drag you into political suicide. Lycans aren’t just wolves; they’re dynastic wolves. Their nobles have entire councils, ancient bloodlines, and feuds that go back centuries. You don’t get to ‘elope’ with one unless you’ve lost your mind or your will to live.”

She blinked once to convey that she was alright. "So Aether", Elias began as he opened one of the books whose pages had yellowed with time. The others crowded around him, peering down at the page that he had opened. "What language is this?" Grey asked incredulously. Vrisha furrowed her eyebrows and tried to decipher as well, Erica on the other hand just went and plonked on one of the empty seats.

Elsie’s POV I just remained in my seated position in the middle of the dirt, staring blankly ahead and knowing it was too late to salvage anything. At this point, my vision was so heavily blurred by the effects of the herb that I couldn't even fully see what was happening around the perimeter of the field. The men had rushed forward from the benches, definitely wowed at the unexpected fact that there was a hidden female in the middle of their warrior camp. Much more, it being the top-tier fighter boy, Elias, whom they had all trained alongside for weeks.

he roared, the name bouncing off the spires, but the connection had severed, leaving only a haunting silence. Lysara's constellation eyes darkened, her starlight cloak flickering as she waved a hand, summoning a scrying pool in the citadel's center. The water rippled, revealing fractured images: the lair in ruins, rebels fleeing, and Levi—bloodied but defiant—clashing with the armored figure at the ravine's edge. The leader's black armor gleamed with crescent runes, their helm obscuring their face, but the stance, the silver aura peeking through—it mirrored Elias's.

It was possession. Elias’s voice rose over the chaos, sharp with runes I’d never heard him speak before. His hands burned so bright the air warped around him, each sigil etched like a brand into the dark. Flames roared higher than the treetops, licking across the battlefield in jagged arcs that cut down mercenaries too slow to shield themselves. He wasn’t weaving illusions anymore. He wasn’t calculating costs. He was burning everything that stood between me and him, and if the whole forest went up in ash, I don’t think he would have cared.

The mirrors kept humming long after the wind had died. Yvette stood at the edge of the blooming field, barefoot on damp soil. Each shard shimmered, not just with sunlight, but with something deeper—an unnatural pulse that resonated through her bones. The faces within the glass hadn’t vanished. Elias’s smile stretched endlessly across the broken landscape, haunting in its uniformity. Tristan gripped her shoulder from behind, firm but not forceful. “We need to go back inside.”

Indicating that he’ll always be there for her. Nimueh kissed him back. And pulled away after a sudden. "Because for me, yes. I'm willing to feel that dangerous elysium. With you, Aiden. With you.”

Yet Elias’s presence behind her reminded her of loyalty, of protection, of another kind of fire—one she could rely on without questioning. Shaking herself, she turned back to the Codex. Her fingers traced the silver symbols, and the book opened on its own, revealing pages filled with ink that shimmered like liquid shadow. The words were indecipherable at first, swirling and shifting, but slowly, patterns emerged. Ancient spells, instructions for summoning and controlling shadows, notes about bloodlines and forbidden pacts… Evelyn’s eyes widened. She realized that everything Lucien and Elias had warned about, every secret Ava had hinted at, was contained within this single book. And the book

1. The Beginning of the End The battlefield boiled beneath a sky split by twin moons—one silver, one crimson. Ava and Elya stood side by side, blades drawn, cloaks scorched by the firestorm behind them. Across the field, Calindra hovered with her Flamebound guard. Beside her, Velash rose, no longer just a spectral god but fully formed—his skin like molten glass, his eyes ancient voids. “You fight to protect what should have been destroyed,” Velash said.