Oblivion Elven Maiden Mga Nobela at Kwento

Juviana and Miley stood in front of the gate while camouflaging. Their natural power made it possible for them to be one with nature. It was the specialty of the elves. The only difference was the level of their power. Juviana was in her eighth circle while Miley was in her seventh circle. Their affinity with nature was exceedingly high. Therefore, it shouldn’t be a problem to camouflage their bodies with nature. The two of them stood in front of the main gate of the Abandoned Estate, watching the mansion blankly. Miley was the one who broke the silence.

Maybe Nathan is right. Ashriel was only thirteen when Meredith Eleanor Theupholis La Elora died, making her the new Ruler of Aparctias and Thrascias Empire. From then on, she lived without a moment of rest. People had that image of her in their minds. So much that she became an existence that could not be free even for a second.

Then the girl spoke. “Are you really okay, Grandma?” Marina smiled. “Yes, I am. How about you? Are you not scared?” Marina asked, trying to stray the topic away from her. “No, grandma! That big rock is so pretty! What is that?! Why is it here?!” Like a beast that was released from its cage, Mariana’s curiosity spewed out enthusiastically. Marina chuckled. She thought it really was wonderful to be young. “That big rock is called Atmos. The flying island where most of the Elven people live,” Marina said.

It shimmered faintly with enchantment, old and barely alive. Eliora’s shrine. I got off first, and came near the archway. It was an air smelling of lavender and of ancient smoke. I increased my pound step by step. The door opened before I knocked. She was waiting. --- Eliora silvery locks hung across her shoulders like a cascade of moon-shine. Still, blind in the common sense of that term, her eyes opened, it appeared, as direct to the marrow of my soul. She was shrouded in her usual robes of obsidian, and in those little necklaces of teeth and rock about the waist, and with the same of that silence that caused even the wind to hush when she spoke.

It probably felt nice to have someone look out for her. I had left a good impression, Gwen felt she was being protected by me. It was the first time we had ever held hands. We got to another door, the inn's main entrance. An elf with short stubby legs walked up to us carrying shots of clear wine on a tray. He was probably from the north mountain, a place called "Creek." It was a dwelling of elves. They had been brought to the inn for the aesthetic. Elf waiters made red moon inn unique.

Shadows stretched unnaturally, crawling along the ground, reaching for something they couldn’t name. Then Elara stepped into the center. Her black robes were stitched with forbidden runes, glittering faintly with their own cold hunger. No smile touched her lips. Hunger alone flickered in her eyes. She raised her arms, and her voice cut through the silence like glass: “Korrvak nesh taloum… grahnak velmuirch. Os’hallonn. Drevuuk.”

Levi muttered, stomping one, but it reformed from ink mist, the hive adapting to create an underground army, vessels waiting for the queen's call. Elara's fading form stirred on the ground, her original essence purged, eyes clearing to a weak green, but her smile was faint, triumphant. "The queen... my daughter... the legacy is fulfilled." Elias knelt beside her, his silver light stabilizing her, but voids lingered in the corners of his eyes, the bloodline link now a conduit for the hive's subtle influence, a whisper urging loyalty to the new ruler.

Naomi had been invited to play a role in Echoes in the Mist. Elowen, once the crown princess of the Verdant Vale, was never content within the gilded cage of the royal palace. Though born into privilege, her heart belonged to the common folk—to their stories, their struggles, and their dreams. Disguised as a young nobleman, she traveled across the realm under the alias "Elias," championing justice where the law had failed.

A shattered gate. Reality. The whisper returned: > *“You can turn now. Stay in warmth. Stay with love. Or step into the fire and be devoured.”* She stepped right. Without looking back. --- **\[POV – Riven]** “What do you mean I’m part of it?” he asked again. Valea's voice lowered. > “You think Elira chose you for no reason? You think your blood wasn’t part of her plan?” > “Riven… you’re descended from the original line of *Vowbinders.* The ones who sealed the Hollow Throne before it could *awaken.*”