Northbound Elf Book Novels & Stories

As she was walking out of the cottage, the elder elf gave her one last message, "If you happen to come across my apprentice, please help her out. I get the feeling that she'll be within the same direction you are heading in." After saying his piece, the elder elf went back to ignoring Navi while she nodded her head and left the cottage. 'Let's do this quickly. I wanna head back to the port town soon.' This was Navi's thoughts as she quickly made her way to the village entrance and started her trek northeast. Unknown to her, that trip of hers to the northeast will have her make an incredible discovery for both herself and her guild. *************

Part 1: Northbound The cold bit deep before they even reached the tundra. A storm howled across the Crystal Wilds, stripping the trees to bone and scattering ancient snow-like shards of glass. Elizabeth pulled her cloak tighter, the fur-lined mantle enchanted with phoenix flame to keep her warm. Still, the deeper they traveled into the frozen north, the more the air fought her like the land itself resisted their presence.

“It’s already getting colder.” Time here seems to go by really slow, the same as my potion making lessons. I have been going at it nonstop this past week and keep making the same mistakes. It is difficult to know if I am exceptionally bad at it when my point of comparison is the almost perfect Lada. Thankfully, today another elf returned from a 50-year trip to the northern region with an extremely rare grimoire and the Mothers did not want to wait a second to decipher it, which gave me a deserved day off.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Heading up to the front counter, I find a kind looking librarian organizing returned books. “I’m sorry to bother you ma’am. I was wondering if you had any books on elf magic. Specifically red magic?” I ask with a touch of trepidation. Wilheim responded pretty intensely to my magic so I’m worried it might set this woman off too. “Oh dear, I don’t know of any elf magic that would be red in color. I would suggest going to the demon section. They are the only ones I know of that would contain red magic.” She says with a smile like what she just said didn’t just completely change my view on the magic in my chest.

" Ok then, I will call this story THE LITTLEST ELF" "Oliver was an elf. He lived with his family in the North Pole. There were many elves in the Santa’s village, but Oliver was the littlest one. It was Christmas time and Oliver was excited. This year, he would discover his special job at one of Santa’s workshops. He just needed to visit each shop to see which one was the right fit.

I asked. “We found this at the northwestern border.” Ike states. He hands me a large envelope. It is blank, with no address or distinguishing marks on the outside. I have a bad feeling about this, but I take it from him. They leave, and Devon scoots closer to me. I open the envelope and take out several pictures of both Emerald and Nalena at the shop. I hear Devon growl beside me. I notice that some of the pictures show some of the guards we have working there. I know this has to be the elves. I also pulled out a letter. The letter makes me let out a growl. It lets us know that they have been watching for a while now and know who and what Emerald is.

"Who are they?" "Three Elfs" "What?! Are they armoured?" "Yes" **** They have been walking through uncomfortable thick bushes fast paced and finally reached somewhere open and different "Umm this is it?" Little Ben asked Iliya "Yeah" "Huh? All I can see is a big tree in front of us, no way forward, just backwards to where we came from. This is a dead end." "Is it?" Iliya kicked the bottom of the tree and a carved out small window fell off, it was the body of the tree, and the window was a way right inside the dungeon"

He was killing himself to keep her alive, while her brothers were likely being unmade by her mother’s hand. ​She turned away from the window, her eyes landing on the floorboards near the hearth. One of the planks was slightly askew. Driven by a sudden, frantic need to do something, she knelt and pried the wood upward. ​Tucked into a bed of dry moss was a book bound in white wolf-hide. It bore no title on the spine, only a silver seal of a sun being held by two hands. As Elara touched the cover, a spark of recognition traveled up her arm.