Fiyero X Elphaba Novels & Stories

Modernity and ancient had been blended well. We took the sofa while Elias opted for the armchair. He looked at us expectantly as he steepled his fingers, lopping them around his right knee. I let Fionna do the talking because she was good at this. “So…you know why we are running ragged these days, communicating and basically ‘flying down’ the snowy peaks to communicate, right?” Fionna asked and Elias nodded. “So… we visited Felix, an Elder Fey who helped Madame Xiuying to hide the pearl.” Elias blinked and silently urged her to continue.

Eli patted his head and he calmed down, allowing Eli to lead him into the livingroom, as Mark closed the door and latched it. ‘Do not be afraid, young witch,’ Faye heard Whisper’s voice in her mind. ‘We will succeed, and all this will come to an end, very soon.'

He took a step to me. “Don’t come any closer. I don’t want to speak to you. Leave me alone.” I warned, folding my arms. Only then did I realize that Lyara’s spell seemed to have worn out. How strange. I could feel myself again, I could feel my wolf. He ignored me and came closer. “Do you know what a fall from that height will do to you? It will kill you, Eloise, and I did not go to hell and back just for you to hurt yourself –”

Both Damonq and Isai were Fero’s brethren from the monastery, as was Andor, the third male who was standing on the stairs of the little Victorian house with his lifemate, Lorraine. Fero caught Elizabeth around the waist and pulled her tight against him. She moaned and buried her face against his ribs. I can’t. Too many. Too many. Do not ask me to do this. It is too big. Too much. Hurts my eyes. My stomach. I can’t. I can’t do this. She repeated the chant, a mantra in her mind, in his, over and over until he realized she didn’t know he could hear her. He felt her tears. Heard them in her voice. They dripped in her mind, yet his clothes, his skin, remained dry.

the girl asked. "I am," I said, standing straighter. She exhaled. "Good. My name is Elara. This is my younger brother Kato. We came because... I think we’re connected." Sybil stepped forward. "What are you?" Elara looked her in the eye, completely unafraid. "I’m part elf. Part witch. Part phoenix." Phoenix? My wolf stirred. "The fire you felt in your dreams," Snowy whispered. That was her light calling out.

It was clear by the way people reacted so did they, both Fae and other creatures alike were in awe of their new queen. The, now former, King Elirond still lay face down next to her. The look of confusion and horror at the scene unfolding could be seen on Calliopes face. Just then the Sybil Adylin walked towards her new Queen with caution, her arms outstretched as though Calliope was a scared horse. She slowly grabbed her hand and as she did Calliopes feet once again touched the ground. Her wings dissipated, but her glammar still removed.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

'Please', she mutters and the others goad me on. I find myself singing Eyan's Return, a lullaby mother used to make us sleep. Of the queen elf, Eyan Elantra and how she journeyed forth into the moon lands. She met Pegani and fell in love with him, but their love could not be, as he was of the Tribunals. Heartbroken, she returns to the land of men, and summons the most extreme of magic, making her a god and she returns to the moons to seek her love, but he's been betrothed to someone else. In her rage, she summons the magic again, and tears the moons apart into little stars. She rides across the sky now and then in flashing streaks, still seeking her love.

Darice looked at Ana in disbelief. "It doesn't say but the characteristics described are very similar to the Falkland wolf." "That book must have been written by a madman. Or it could be a wolf that looks like that." Darice still did not believe Ana's words. Ana just shrugged her shoulders lazily to explain more. They both went back to drinking coffee while busy with their own thoughts. "Hurry up and finish your coffee, class will start soon." Darice reminded Ana to hurry up. Ana glanced at the clock on her phone then nodded. The girl gulped down the remaining coffee half at a time. Darice just shook her head at that.

Clyde muttered and Ophelia nodded in understanding, her eyes gleaming as she slightly studied Clyde’s physique. “your hair is lovely and your tattoos are quite pretty” she commented and Clyde gave her a small smile. “So, what mythical being are you Ophelia?” I demanded, interrupting her conversation with Clyde. “I’m an Elf like Elrond. We met in one of our classes together” She blushed and I turned to Elrond who had gone quiet after Cindy left. His eyes were on the door Cindy left from. I sighed heavily, “the both of you are confused” I referred to Elrond who got my message but Ophelia sort of looked lost.