Northbound Elf Book Novels & Stories

Noah sat behind his desk and opened the drawer. He looked at the notebook and frowned. Written in the front was Ulfr Banamaðr. Why had they driven to Bitterroot Lake and asked the head Alpha to join the Council? He opened the book and started to read the last few entries.

"If you burn this, your story with me... it never reaches a conclusion. We'll be in this 'Volatile Middle' forever. The tension, the fighting, the hunger... it never settles into peace." Elara looked into his grey eyes. She saw the demon who had branded her, the man who had died for her, and the partner who was now standing in the Zero-Point with her. "Peace is just another word for 'Paid in Full', Vane," Elara said. "And I’m not interested in being settled." She touched the flame to the corner of the book. The leather didn't burn with orange fire. It erupted in a geyser of white light and rainbow colored ink. The pages turned into birds made of words, flying out of the vault, through the co

I take off the floorboards and there it is, a box. I pull it out and open it. There are gold jewelry inside, hairpins and finally a large book that looks like a journal. I pull it out, my fingers linger at the edge of the pages. No. This is private. I add it to the things I'm going to ship off to Elaris. ••• ELARIS I'm lounging in the house courtyard that morning when one of our guards at the pack border approached me, with a bag in his hand. “It was sent by the Ashmere Alpha,” He says, handing it over to me.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

“What the hell is going on? What happened to Elena? Where did she get all that magic?" He hesitated for a moment, then reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick, leather-bound book. He walked toward me, ignoring the fight, and placed the book into my hands. Lucas peered over my shoulder, and we both froze. It was Elena’s. The one she'd gotten the first time she went to Willow's temple. It was given to her by a strange peddler at the elf village. At first the book only had one spell and that was to detect spies within our pack. The last time she casted a spell, she was very weak so I was worried what spell she casted now.

I wandered through the compound until I found myself in the library, as usual. I browsed the shelves for a while before pulling out a thick book about the northern territories. The book was old, the pages yellowed and crinkled with age, but the hand-drawn illustrations were still beautiful. I got comfortable in one of the chairs near a window and began to read. Most of the content was about trade routes and pack histories, but one chapter caught my attention. It described the far northern mountains—the ones beyond the Thornwood, where no one ever set foot.

he said, his voice full of quiet wonder. “We built a hearth,” I said, leaning into him. “The universe gathered around it.” The first frost came, silvering the Commons and etching the Tidewater Trail’s rails. Elara experienced cold for the first time, her breath making tiny clouds, her eyes wide at the strange, crunchy white stuff on the grass. We were in a new season, in every way. One final, symbolic task remained. The “Almanac” notebook was full. Arthur had sourced a beautiful, linen-covered blank book for its successor. But before we could start Volume Two, we needed to properly close the first.

He hoped that was the shift Eliza would make. Oliver paced in front of the campfire. “It’s boring as hell here,” he complained. “I’d rather be where you are.” Richard vigorously shook his head. “Brett means to search for that she-wolf. He says he has a special gift that helps him know things. He has a bad feeling about her. He’s worried,” he explained. “All the more reason to have me with you,” Oliver insisted. “What if you run into hunters?”

It was a total of three pages. "18th of November, Year 1534. Truly a fascinating matter, the earth-sky experimentation and a chance mistake made me discover an elf! Not just any elf but an elf priestess who was lost and trapped into a boulder of darkness amid the storms. She is very lucky to have met me, the protagonist of this era!”