Naruto Elders Novels & Stories

" a few of the elders mumbled and nodded. The elders didn't introduce themselves. In fact, all of them knew the procedure. In the eyes of the public, the Elder's Hall is basically a rumor, but not the Recruitment Committee. In the guise of Recruitment Committee, these seven elders would often appear and measure a talented individual and see if they are worth pulling into their tutelage.

“They bound you. They sealed away what you were. And when you were reborn, you were made weak. Human.” Selene’s fingers dug into her arms. Theoden inhaled sharply. “Who?” The Alpha hesitated. Then he muttered, “…The Elders.” Theoden’s breath left him. The Elders. The ruling body of wolves. The unseen council that had existed for centuries. Theoden had always assumed they were little more than a formality—relics of the past. But now? Now he understood. The Elders were the ones who erased them. And they were still out there.

“The elders are ancient and wise but their arrogance is bone-deep and they have become ignorant to matters of today. They are too rigid with their ways and their judgment has been clouded. Their greed has chipped away their loyalty and now they are just an empty husk of their previous self.” “What's your name?” “Edgar sir.” “Edgar, I hear you and that's why I'm giving you a chance. I'm giving you all a chance, including the elders.” I said as I glanced in the direction of the angry elders. “You want to retain your post right? Then fight for it.” I looked towards Edgar and the others, “There are ten spots open for the elders position which will henceforth be called the council. Defeat an elde

Below the Netherduke were the 13 Netherphos Elders, ranked from lowest to highest in colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, and white. Judging by his white robe, Father Reth held the highest rank, standing as the first among the elders under the Netherduke. Elders of this level were considered half-deities. The white-robed elders' status was only surpassed by the Netherking and the Netherduke. Therefore, many people worshiped and revered them.

I begin at his chest, massaging the lather into his skin, then slowly work my way down his firm, toned abdomen. “Can I ask you something?” I glance up, finding his intense gaze already on me. Water drips from his hair, dark strands clinging to his forehead. “What does gaining the Elders’ Blood title actually change? Kane, VuK, Walter... they’re still just packs. I don’t see how Gold's was much different.”

I said as I released myself from the hug. “And you too, Kiara; there are a lot of other introductions with the other elders, but that will be for later. First, sit down," he said. I and Xander then had our seats, and now that I'm looking at everyone much closer, I realised that not all the elders are old or middle-aged; some are actually very young, which is surprising. I thought the elders would just probably be old men who have been in the mafia for a long time. I moved closer to Xander and then asked, “Why are there younger people in the 12 elders council? Should all the elders be old?.

The Second Elder said coldly. "Correct, Second Brother, you still have to return immediately. The clan elder's bloodline is unwilling to accept this. Without anyone watching, I fear that they might do something to us. You must watch over them." The First Elder said. "Yes." The Second Elder nodded slightly and then left with the Fifth Elder. This was their Inuit's great cause, so there was no need to care about the temporary disgrace. At this time, in a forest, Jason suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. "The five elders are really powerful." Jason murmured, and his face couldn't help showing a bitter look.

Until he formally graduated and took his father's full mantle, all major decisions especially concerning unknown supernatural entities within their territory had to be approved by the Council of Elders, a bunch of stuck-up traditionalists who valued precedent over people. He had reported the existence of the lycans experiment to them, but he had carefully omitted any mention of Nate. The thought of presenting Nate to them, of having him examined and judged like a specimen, made his blood run cold. He knew the elders would definately kill nate and even though he wasn’t sure about his feeling for nate he wouldn't let anyone take Nate away from him.

If Ronan had a chance to rise and claim the role he was born for, it would begin with them. I left my horse at the edge of the stone path and continued on foot. The wind was bitter. It howled like something warning me to turn back. But I didn’t. Ahead, torches flamed in tall, rusted iron holders. The smoke curled upward like ghosts. And at the end of the path—six elders waited. They sat on stone seats shaped into a crescent, backs straight, eyes hard. All of them old enough to remember wars, but sharp enough to cut down any fool who thought age meant weakness.

ASHER’S POV I feel more relieved that I have explained to the pack the problem at hand. Still, I am worried about what the dirtier holds even though I was bold with them, I am still worried because the strength of that hybrid shouldn’t be underestimated. “So Elder Nathan, I need your help once more,” I say and stand in the presence of Kyle, John, and Daniel. Elder Nathan is the oldest member of the pack and has stayed for over a century. He is tall and has grey hair.