Ilvermorny Location Novels & Stories

The skies over Crimson Ridge remained eerily calm in the days following the battle. The scent of blood still lingered, but the pack was moving forward. While healers tended to the wounded and the fallen were given proper rites, a new journey brewed, one far darker and more perilous than any they had faced. Elizabeth stood in the center of the sacred circle at dawn, surrounded by ancient stones engraved with moon runes. Saelith, Kieran, and Lucian stood with her. “The Gate of Mourning,” Saelith began, “is older than the werewolf bloodline itself. It lies deep in the Forgotten Vale, a cursed place untouched by light for over a thousand years. Only the bearer of the Golden Flame can pass the th

“This cottage… can you find it?” She shook her head. “No. Only a Thornborne can.” Calder and I froze at those words. Calder’s gaze snapped to mine. “Evelynn. Do you know where it might be?” I opened my mouth to say no. But my wolf answered first. “We walk east,” she murmured. “To the grove with the bleeding oaks. Past the ravine that smells of iron. The land remembers us.” My voice trembled as I whispered aloud, “Yes. I… I think I do.”

“Then go. The moon favors the steadfast, not the reckless. We will keep the palace secure.” Sebastian bowed once more. “Thank you, Father. Mother.” When he stepped back into the night, Caius and Elora were waiting by the entrance. “Elora picked up something,” Caius said. “A fragment of the portal dust. It points north toward the abandoned Silvermine caves.” Sebastian’s eyes hardened. “Then that’s where we go.”

“Because it was the key to her becoming what she became. Whoever they were, Jasmine loved them and loved them so that she could forget them. That type of grief is once in a lifetime.” A silence settled over us. One that wasn’t hollow, but thick. Purposeful. I looked at Elara, and we both knew what we had to do. “Where?” I asked. “There." Ilsa indicated the other side of the Academy, to the old barracks that had crumbled in the first quake. “Underneath. In the roots of the mountain. There’s an old vault. Hidden beneath layers of stone and sorcery. The Forgotten Door.” I exhaled through my nose. “Then I’m going in.” Elara straightened. “You’re not going alone.”

“Do we even know where to find these materials?” The room fell silent. Slowly, Vanessa exhaled. “The Ashen Forest is in Ashville,” she said. “The entire land is ashen, including the trees. If Emberroot still exists, it would be there. Plus, we also need to check out the dark forge there as well so we'll be killing two birds with one stone if we go there.” Kael spoke up next “Celestial silver was said to be mined in Ironclaw, but the veins dried up generations ago.”

Whispers and murmurs surrounded us, elusive fragments of forgotten knowledge dancing at the edge of our perception. "Do you feel it?" Malachi whispered, his voice barely audible over the symphony of the Silverwood. I nodded, a sense of reverence settling within me. "The forest is alive with magic," I replied, my words filled with wonder. "It's as if the very essence of the Silverwood is beckoning us forward." The figures led us to a clearing bathed in ethereal moonlight. In the center stood a towering stone obelisk, covered in intricate symbols and glyphs that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow.

I hoped this would stop Zilver’s annoying howls. "Sure, let me inform Melsine," she went inside and returned soon. Stepping out she softly closed the door behind her and stood facing me. Her heartbeat had already fastened from the anticipation of what I wanted to say. Zilver had finally stopped howling. He wanted to meet Laila though. "Come." We moved through the corridors and went outside towards the part of the forest which we had cleared of all kinds of creatures. It was used for pack runs. We spoke about her session and she told me everything in detail.

About two hours of staying in the air , we finally entered the northern territory. The territory of Crescent Pack's werewolves and my hometown. "Where should I land?" Drystan asked through mindlink. "On the castle of Crescent. It's white marble castle embedded with statues of wolves including other creatures carved in gold.'' I looked forward to the magic tower. One of its kind especially was used for casting magic spells and making potions. As we crossed the magic tower the atmosphere started getting foggy. The smell of burning corpses and houses sneaked inside my nostrils.

The two dragons glided along for a few hours before Slate began to descend over a field in the territory of a kingdom closer to his own lair and far enough away from Beelzanborg that the soldiers who were clearly rallying to come after the Heart of Magic couldn’t reach them--yet. He touched down in a field of golden wheat, catching the sunbeams and sparkling like each stalk was made of a precious metal.