Oblivion Elven Maiden Novels & Stories

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.*”

Layla grabbed her phone from her pocket, checking the screen. A message appeared that read: Welcome, Initiate. You now stand among the chosen descendants and the blessed of Olympus. Elysium Academy exists beyond mortal reach, hidden in the cradle of the gods’ last sanctuary. Here, divine bloodlines are trained to master their inherited gifts and to uphold the Balance between the mortal and immortal realms. The Six Great Houses of Elysium • House of Zeus – The Stormborn: Commanders of sky and lightning. Natural leaders; their power fuels both creation and destruction.

She hesitated, but she wanted to hear Zuriel's explanation about the girl he took from Mirrikh. As Elisia raised her right hand, the nail from her pointed finger grew longer. Zena's eyes widened when the princess put a cross mark on her chest. It was a ritual, giving your loyalty to a demon. "I, Navina, Mistress of Time and Space, bind you, Zena of the Phoenix Coven, as my trusted ally and companion in this realm. Now, kneel and swear your loyalty to me." Zena felt a warm energy enter her heart, binding it with her mistress's power. She kneeled in front of her and swore allegiance to Elisia.

A figure strode through the smoke and starlight. She was ancient hair white as moonlight, skin translucent, eyes burning silver. Her robes were woven from night itself, constellations shifting across the fabric. High Priestess Elowen, Keeper of the Crimson Tomes. The entire court dropped to their knees—even Seraphina. Elowen did not bow. She walked straight to the dais, unrolled a scroll older than the palace itself, and began to read in a voice that echoed with power older than language. “When the Prince of Eternal Night tastes the blood of the Sun-Born,

“Hades sends some of my demon mininos to Avallonè and ensures they wipe out all the elfs. I really dislike them. Understood? Queen Leuvis said as Zagreus created a portal. The elfs of the kingdom of Avallonè got wiped out completely by Leuvis demons until none was left. *** At Devdrands, The Magic Woodlands… Elena is found lying down uncausiony in a bed of roses filled with beautiful flowers and fruits all over. The place was really breathtaking as the view was quite magnificent! Filled with colours, creatures, fruits, water bodies, and great unbelievable views. Elena wakes up to a chirping song by a bird. Her two eyes open and she wakes up to an island or realm she thought never existed. Wo

Seren says. Not a question. A statement. “Yes,” Rowan replies evenly. Silence. Then— “It wasn’t small,” Elowen adds quietly. “No,” Rowan agrees. “That level of magic,” Maelis says, her voice tightening slightly despite her attempt to keep it steady, “doesn’t come from something ordinary.” My jaw tightens. Of course it doesn’t. Seren’s gaze sharpens. “We felt it,” she says. “Not just the magic. The structure of it. The origin.”

I searched his eyes for an answer, but whatever it was lay deep in his heart, a place I couldn’t reach with just my eyes. “She was brought back to life,” he revealed. “Elena?” My heart hammered as her name escaped my mouth. “No, Rhoda. She was returned from the dead by the moon goddess. And now my brother won’t rest until he finds her killer,” he answered. It was more relieving to hear Rhoda was back to life than Elena. Not that it did any good for both of us, but at least, it wouldn’t be on my side to struggle from the beginning again. I sighed, shaking my head as thoughts evaded it. “So what’s going happen. Everything’s in place, you need to do something,”