Northbound Elf Book Novels & Stories

The process repeated until the creature made it towards the reception desk. "How may I help you?" Noel asked cheerfully. His eyes occasionally glanced at the long hands of the inhumanely being. That creature moved it's long arm and placed a piece of paper on the table. On the paper some words were written in scribbling. It said... LORE OF ELM Noel raised his eyebrows. "Do you mean, lore of elm from Ryzinka?" The creature slowly nodded. Noel pondered for a few while. "Sir, the book that you requested is a cursed one. Are you fine with that?"

“You’re going to love my house then.” “Oh yeah? Why?” I twisted toward him again, like I did when he told me the story about Gabriel’s parents and the creation of a single pack. It was so exciting to think that I was going to be a part of this amazing group of wolves. I wanted to know everything. “Elara is a collector of books. We have a sixteen-room house for only the two of us. Thirteen of those sixteen rooms are filled with books. The other three, have books but are not considered “filled”.” He took his hands off the wheel and did air quotes around the word filled.

I looked down at Flame her small face peaceful green light glowing softly. “She won’t have to. Elara’s with her. And we’re taking her home.” Flame cooed sleepy vines curling tighter around us. “Home.” We rode. North Toward whatever shadow waited beyond the Frostveil.

Being near the elf would definitely get her noticed! Because Damian had been silent for so long, he hadn't realised that he was supposed to introduce Arthur to his people. He took a deep breath, then began to speak with a smile that seemed forced. "Listen, apart from bringing Queen Luna, I also have a special guest. This man beside me is the eldest elf prince of Nirdewa. Yes, we have just visited that land. It is an honour for our country to have established good relations with the elves. And his purpose for being here is to build a temple."

I nodded, not sure whether to believe him, and buried my face his chest. He stroked his hands up my back. “The book I seek is not here,” he told me. “It is back in Benal, oddly enough. We will spend today and tonight here, to ensure that the Dark Elves return to their home, and then Jiloria will take us to Benal to read the final book. Come,” he rolled to his feet and held out his hands. “Let us feed you. I have a book to read.” The kitchen was still busy with small folk. Rivyn shooed them off seats for us.

I wasn’t one hundred percent sure which direction was north-east anymore, but I just had to hope for the best. Aster stopped and sniffed the air, then let out a low, menacing, warning growl. Two elves stepped out from the bushes. They were holding their hands out in front of them, trying to be brave and show they were non-threatening, but I could sense their fear. Aster backed up and growled again, warning them not to come closer. “A-are you a sh-shifter?” one elf asked. Aster nodded his head, and they both looked at one another with raised eyebrows and a sense of excitement started to replace their fear.

She’d used the floating particles to make herself visible. Elsabet stared into the emptiness, averting her attention back to the book in her hands. The cover said, ‘The Book of Immortals’. Thick leather decorated with interweaving vines and roses. She recognized the depiction as the emblem found throughout the castle. Covering doors and tables, even the drawbridge. She drew a breath, realizing what she likely held. “Thank you.” Elsabet held it reverently as she made way back to her chair to read. It told of men who’d been born and raised in the Upper Lands, the world above Ardae, who’d found their way into Ardae to avoid a second persecution.

"I think I have found something, which will help us move forward." She picked up another book which she had brought from the shelves, but it was definitely not anything the mortal lands had ever seen. The gold cover of the book was encrusted with precious stones, and the pages were as soft as feathers, and as white as a dove. Aelanor was sure it was surely dove feathers pressed in the form of pages. Nimuel picked them up softly with her fingers, and turned a few pages. "It says here that the elven lands stretch for a few empires, due West, where The Realm of the Shadows starts" she looked up.

Orin was clearly teasing, and she marveled at his ability to chuckle and maintain a light mood in the face of the battle before them. “My powers aren’t that strong yet.” “Give it time, baby. Once you go elf, you’ll really feel the magic deep inside.” He gave her a lascivious wink. In spite of herself, North giggled, but quickly returned her attention to the battle that was shaping up. Those who weren’t shielded by her fire shield had clearly created their own, except Eli. He’d shifted to a large wolf and had jumped away from the lightning bolts. He’d landed on one of the shorter creatures and now ripped mercilessly at its throat. Whatever it was, its magic and identity would remain shielded,