Moongrum Knight Elden Ring Novels & Stories

Everywhere Aria walked, eyes followed. But for the first time, they did not look at her with doubt. They looked at her with belief. With reverence. The Moonborn had claimed her place. --- Inside the armory, Kael stood over a table strewn with weapons new blades forged with lunar runes, arrows tipped with silver. Garron was shouting orders nearby, but Kael’s focus stayed fixed on the eastern map. A red marker sat too close to Eldara’s border. "They’ve moved faster than we expected," he muttered.

The seemingly random attacks, the subtle strategic errors that weakened Silvermoon’s defense – it was all part of a larger plan, a coordinated assault orchestrated by an unseen enemy. Her next target was Eldrin, a shadowy figure who had always lingered on the fringes of Silvermoon’s power structures. Eldrin, a master of illusion and deception, was known to possess knowledge of ancient rituals and forbidden magic. She found him residing in a secluded tower overlooking the Silvermoon valley, his residence shrouded in an unnatural fog. He greeted her with a disarming smile, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intelligence.

Kayden said. "Lady Adellee, soon to be our Luna, daughter of Alpha Elliot of SnowMoon, do you take Alpha Kayden as your beloved husband and mate. Swear to this pack of your loyalty. Give us the heirs for the next generation and become the best Luna of SilverMoon, do your duty with all of your heart and soul?" Elder asked. I smile to Kayden before I answer the question. "Yes I do Elder." The elder open a box where two white gold ring are waiting for us to wear.

There are also other noble creatures beyond anything I have ever seen. Moon Glow Dragons are exceptionally rare outside of Elfholm. They are descended from the original pair and earlier mating that produced an unusual clutch. In a way you could say they are the big brothers and sisters of all dragonkind. They chose to live away from the rest of us, possibly because their differences are so stark.

the woman explained. I pondered her words and began to grasp the concept. It seemed akin to accidentally disrespecting a sacred place by spitting on it, then spitting again to negate the first act. "Wait," I said, chuckling as I began to see where this conversation was going. "Are you suggesting..." "Exactly, Luna. The original Rein krnasi used the Grimoire as the basis for their intimate ritual, and you must do the same," the woman said, leaving me momentarily speechless.

Issei proceeded to show them his fingers and indeed there are no black ring on any of his fingers. Some mob got scared thinking he's gonna do something by raising his hands. Issei just calmly stares at her. ??? - Indeed there's no black ring on your fingers. But Outlaws have been sighted near town. I'm here for a different mission, but I can't ignore people in need. Mob 9 - He has to be after our livestock! Lady Knight, take care of him! Issei - Hoo? So you're the Knight? ??? - Indeed. I'm a Knight of the Kingdom of Eden, Ramius Dreissen.

And tonight, it stirred. Elara Moonstone stood at the foot of the temple, the wind lashing her cloak around her legs, her silver circlet glinting like frost against her raven hair. Above her, broken spires stabbed the storm-heavy sky. The Crown of Thorns rested heavy on her brow, its magic carved from the price of power: pain, loss, and sacrifice.

“Rogues. Eastern border. But not like before. These ones move with discipline. Purpose.” Serena’s heart clenched. “Are they armed?” “Yes. And they carry banners.” Magnus hesitated. “The Moon Flame.” Serena went still. A thousand emotions flickered across her face—shock, disbelief, a flicker of something darker. “That’s not possible. The Moon Flame was dissolved before I was even born.” “I’ve seen the symbols myself,” Magnus said. “The crescent moon encircled by fire. They’re not pretending.” Elias stepped forward. “What do they want?”

His hands were steady, but I caught the tightness around his mouth—the weight of old rituals being rewritten. He opened it. Nestled inside, on a bed of simple black cloth, lay a narrow band of silver. Not a glittering tiara. Not some ornate, ostentatious circlet. Just a band, etched with a pattern of intertwined thorns and moons. “The Lunar crown,” Morwen said quietly from her place at the ring’s edge. “Forged when this pack was born. Placed on the heads of Lunas, who stood as symbols, puppets, or priests to a story that forgot they were people first.”