Northbound Elf Book Novels & Stories

She tried not to sound so harsh, “They’re just bastards who like to play with humans’ lives.” Zed didn’t say anything back, but he also understood Sierra’s words. Then, he went to Gray, probably asking the same thing about the kid’s god. For an old elf, Zed was really odd. As the army reached the north border once again, the elves were chanting their spells that apparently could neutralize the Earth True Blessing. With their help, the army didn’t find any difficulties and they marched forward for days until they finally reached Kingdom of Bealaris.

Elara sat back down, her tail wagably content. "You're getting good at this," Fenris murmured, reaching for her hand. "She’s just so easy to poke," Elara admitted. "But Silas... about that book." Silas sighed, sliding the leather-bound volume across the table. "It was in the 'Discarded' pile in the archives. It’s a centuries-old collection of patterns from the Great Weavers of the North. They say the last Luna used to knit charms into the garments to keep the hunters warm."

"What have we here? Travellers trying to avoid the proper channels?" Three figures emerged from behind the silver birches. The speaker was an elf, tall and lean with the predatory grace of his kind, followed by two trolls. "Kael's Web," the elf continued with a theatrical bow, "at your service. We specialize in... relieving travellers of their burdens before they can trouble the good folk of Eldoria." "Bandits," Madeleine breathed, her hand instinctively reaching for her sword. "Entrepreneurs," the elf corrected with a sharp smile. "This little back door has been quite profitable. Amazing how many people think they're clever, sneaking through the old passages." His eyes glittered with cruel

No struggle, Elfey died. "Throw her body into the River of Abss, give Hauel to Zelik. In case he asked about his wife, let him tell him she died in the hands of Ruthless. You know what to do mother." "Yes son." Staring into the River of Abss, Lord Daniel breathed deeply. Elfey has forgotten, he is no ordinary Nilela. He disappeared, going into the Realm of the gods.

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

Most of the pages in the front were smudged too terribly to read anything but once it became legible, I started to shake with happiness. It was a story book! Eagerly I began reading the first story that wasn't destroyed. MY mouth dropped open in wonder at this finding. It was a shadow elf storybook, and a very old one. Page after page I flipped through the words absorbing every word that I could. The stories were full of ghastly creatures similar to the ghoulcat and the heroes of ancient Gwathendor who fought them. And their lady loves that they saved along the way. Soon enough I was hunched over the bed with the little book in my lap and my head in the clouds.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Stormee POV I asked Aelfred about his age. He froze, so that means he is older than me. “Aelfred?” I pressed, and he sighed, “Elf´s age is different; we reach maturity when we turn one thousand eight hundred years, which is something around you eighteen years of age,” he paused, and I nodded. I already knew that. When I was in high school and had the knack of spending all my free time in the library, I ran into a fascinating book about elves. I couldn´t put it aside, so I read it in one go, and then I was so interested in their way that I read every book on their species available to me.

“And for once, try not to blow anything up.” Elara laughed, but her smile faded as they rode into the sunrise, the Northern Wastes stretching ahead—a desolate landscape of ice and rock, where even the trees dared not grow. Ellie rode in front of Elara, her small hands gripping the reins, the journal tucked into her cloak. Every so often, she’d point to the sky, murmuring to the fire friend only she could see. He rode beside them, his wolf form loping easily through the snow, his ears swiveling for any sign of danger.