Northbound Elf Book Novels & Stories

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.

Then the book said, “Here is what you should do. Go to Marcy’s house and tell anyone you see there that you seek Marcy. Then when you see her, do not bother to ask where Eloise is or anything. Just call the name.” Clara asked, “What name?” The book said, “Princess Eloise of the elven realm.” “She’ll surface, take over, and block Marcy from hearing the conversation. Then you can speak to her and convince her.” The letters dimmed. The book said, “She might demand something in return.” Micha asked, “What is that?” The book said, “Her body.” Mars said, “Her body?” The book replied, “Yes, her body. You might need to journey to the elven realm.”

she said, her voice low and mysterious. Kael and Lila stood frozen beside me, their eyes fixed on the book. "What is that?" Kael whispered. Elara's smile grew wider. "This, my friends, is the Book of the Ancients," she said. "A book of great power and knowledge, one that holds the secrets of our pack's past." Lila's eyes widened in awe. "How did you get this?" she asked. Elara's eyes glinted with a knowing light. "Let's just say that I've been keeping secrets of my own," she said.

A wolf with open eyes. But peace, like fire, invites wind. And deep in the northern borderlands, something stirred. Something older than the Spiral. 1. The Deepbound Discovery The message came in the form of a shard. It arrived at dusk, delivered by a lone Flame-walker who bore no Spiral, no thread only a satchel made of woven mistletoe and flamebark. He handed it to Elira, then vanished. Inside the satchel: a shard of obsidian.

Some, she knew, would come quietly with nothing but a blade and a name carved from vengeance. It was the third night after the Summit when the past tried to reclaim her. Elara had dismissed her last guard with a gentle shake of her head, leaving the north path that wound beneath the Gathering Tree hers alone. She walked in the half-light, dusk trailing the sound of her steps, reading a letter from a child in the far west, a scrawled note about moonflowers and a wish for her to visit. The wind shifted. A warning, perhaps, in the trembling leaves overhead.

“If she was given to the vampires, wouldn’t she be dead by now?” He looked away. “I’m banking on the fact that time doesn’t exist there. You were missing for almost a week. Yet, to you it felt like minutes. I’m hoping that, wherever Nora is, she’s yet to be touched.” “I’m going to give you something that will make you sleep, but it will also help to mend your shine,” Jeffrey said. “It’s an old remedy that I’ve never had the need to use, but I was trained in its preparation and tutored on how to administer it.”

The ears of the beautiful girl Cecil in front of my eyes have a distinctive shape. If you are familiar with fantasy stories, yes. Those are sharply pointed ears. She is an elf. Apparently, the elves in this world seem a little different from the elves I know, but the basics remain the same. Everyone has a beautiful appearance, sharp ears and long life. I was born here like the usual babies, and am now 19 years old. Compared to human beings, I think I have a greater physical ability and a more convenient body. In Algarde, Humans, Spirits, Demons, and others species live beside us. Each has an independent state, in which some cooperate and some are in hostile relationships.

I nodded my head, agreeing with Eloise. Jasper crossed the room and took her in his arms, smoothing down her black hair as he administered kisses on the crown of her head. “You are right little mate, we need to form a solid plan.” Eloise was smart, smarter than me, and she wasn’t an idiot, just a little sheltered from the day to day life. I was well educated, but Eloise had a natural talent for math and science. Like my sister Shayna, El was a whiz when it came to electronics, of course, she wasn’t a chemist or alchemist like Shayna had been, that had been a gift from the goddess, a gift Shayna had abused.

"Really? You know they said that they went againt the five families for me. I didn't believe that one bit. Do you think they are telling the truth?" "I didn't feel any malicious intent from them Wren. But if you feel unsafe we can leave," Wren pouted. He was still a child in beast for years. He had not been in contact with many humans or beats. He did not know who to trust but thankfully Feng was with him. With his guidance, he was assured that they both will be safe. He hugged him tightly. "we are leaving though.." "Okay your wish. What's the book?" "Elf said it was my mothers," Wren pulled the book from the table and handed it to Feng. "try opening it?'