Konoha Elders Novels & Stories

It was a long while before they snapped out of shock. “It all makes sense now. That’s why the elders wanted to recruit more disciples and have been conducting training day and night. It’s because something more troublesome than the Muddled Origin Clan is hovering over our heads!” said Noel in a hoarse voice. His face darkened and the teacup in his hand was trembling, sending waves of tiny ripple across the surface of the tea. Fane sighed and said matter-of-factly, “Don’t worry. It’ll take the Corpse Pavilion a lot more effort and time to reach here. The two of you will be safe as long as you stay away from the battlefield.”

Alisa had offered to make me a meal before I leave to meet the Council of Elders. The elders, they live in a garden on the edge of a vast ocean and the borders of the tall mountains. The elders are wise, untarnished and of fair form and kind desire. And because they were from the beginning, they possess the gift of sight, and it was they who warned us about the prophecy long ago. And it is through them that I hope to be able to shed some light on Alisa’s dream. Too bad they’re not into Zoom meetings or G****e Meet, things would be a lot easier otherwise.

With her creased hands folded in her lap, the elder who had raised her voice bowed her head. "You mean to postpone it?" "Until it's time for the pack." With a forceful voice that broke through their unspoken words, I said. "Having no rite is preferable to having a cursed one." For a moment, my only response was the crackle of flames. The elders then slowly nodded their heads in accord, one by one. Elder Vara, the youngest and seventh member of the council, leaned back in his chair from the far end of the crescent.

The one everyone believed would lead them to victory. What if I could not? What if I was just a twenty two year old woman who was in over her head? After training, I went to visit Archon Shade in his cell. We had been interrogating him regularly, gathering information about Covenant operations. Today I had specific questions about the renewal ritual. "Tell me about the ritual The Elders perform every thousand years," I said without preamble when I reached his cell. Archon Shade looked up from where he sat on his cot. He still looked nervous around me, afraid I would use my power to strip away his abilities again.

Blackthorn’s crest loomed largest. Of course it did. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission,” Ronan murmured beside me. I didn’t look at him. “You don’t own my voice.” His jaw tightened. “Not here.” “So this is where you draw the line?” I asked softly. “Where I stop being a person and start being a liability?” He glanced at me then, expression conflicted. “This is where I keep you alive.” I didn’t answer. The elders were already seated—nine of them, each radiating authority, age, and barely restrained hostility. Elara stood near the western pillar, hands folded, face carefully neutral.

“I don't care Ken, I don't care about the lady the elders have arranged for me. You know I only agreed to do what they wanted because I've been tired of their nagging, so whoever they bring will leave this packhouse the moment I find the woman I want!” Speak of the devils! Just as my Beta left my study, the elders…Joseph, Ezekiel, and Felix entered. They were old men, by far older than I and at least five of my generation. In the kingdom, elders had longer lifespans than a normal wolf, including Alpha's, which was why they had great wisdom. However, being their Alpha, they didn't fail to pay respect to me. They bowed slightly and then went straight to the point.

"Food. Medicine. Tools. They trade through our lines. If we shut that down, they'll either fall apart or come crawling back." The elders exchanged wary glances. "And no contact," Conan added. "No negotiations. No warnings. Let them sweat. Let them wonder if we're planning something worse." Raff opened his mouth again. "Don't," I said flatly, eyes locked on him. He shut it. Conan looked around the table. "They need us more than we need them. And it's about time they remembered that." Elder Tom rubbed his jaw. "If we time it right... it could work."

Isabel stood beside him, she wore a long black gown, her face hadn’t changed, she still looked the same, but her eyes were more empty. Konan stood beside them. While Edgar, Beatrice, and Maya stood at the edge of the table, their heads bowed. The surviving elders were few and broken. They cowered in the shadows, their authority had been crushed. “So, the king returns,” Conoron said, his voice smooth, he sounded almost amused. He walked forward, his fingers intertwined. “I expected you to hide, Callum.” He said laughing softly. “Yet here you are, offering yourself like a lamb.” He added.

Liam screamed behind me, and the sound broke the stillness— Long enough for Kael to unfreeze. He grabbed Liam and backed up fast. I fought to rise. My limbs burned like fire. “You don’t get to write my son’s story,” I spat. Nyra stepped forward. “I already did.” ⸻ A blast of light ripped through the trees. Not moonfire. Something older. The Elders appeared in a circle around the clearing, each of them bearing symbols glowing on their foreheads. One held a staff carved from ancient bone.

These symbols were recognized throughout the realm. he members of the High Council, while often older in age, displayed an air of timeless wisdom and grace. Their faces were etched with lines that spoke of experience, and their eyes held a profound depth of knowledge and understanding. Their posture was impeccable, and their movements were deliberate and measured, evoking a sense of respect and reverence from those around them. ‘ Esteemed elders, we are honoured to be in your presence today. We come with a matter of great importance. Have there been any sightings of the Zura, the blessed ones, among your young?’ one of the High Council members addressed the Elders.