Oi You There Elden Ring Novels & Stories

I said as my eyes got misty again, I didn’t know if whatever affected Themis to always be crying affected me too because since I heard of Orel’s return, I had been doing nothing but getting teary at the mere mention of Orel name. Elison expression was dumbfounded. “Don’t pull my leg Gwenn, I am not in the mood for jokes or pranks. You don’t joke with this kind of thing. I need Orel to be back.” Elison seethed as I rolled my eyes through my tears. “He is in Dyane’s tent.” I said as Elison took off on a run towards that direction, I followed behind him at a more leisured pace. On getting there, I was shocked to see Elison on his knees besides Orel who was lying unmoving in the furs crying like

“But we’re not done yet.” Erin emerged from behind a pillar, carrying an ancient tome they had found during their brief respite. “The guardian mentioned a ‘final piece.’ I think this might help.” She placed the book on the ground, flipping through its fragile pages. “It talks about a relic, a heartstone that can sever curses at their roots. It’s supposed to exist in the land of Vorellis.” Lena’s gaze darkened. Vorellis was a place spoken of in hushed tones, known for its unforgiving terrain and the ruthless mercenaries who guarded its borders.

"Elysia, the realm has chosen you as its champion, as the one who will carry its legacy forward. Your connection to the portal is a testament to your destiny." Elysia took a deep breath, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Then let us proceed. I am ready to face whatever challenges await beyond this gateway."

Then— The sigil flared one final time. And something, somewhere beyond the edges of Eldoria— Answered.

It was pulsing with a dull, rhythmic heat. "We are where you belong now," Vane replied. He was looking at a digital tablet, his fingers tapping the screen with a rhythmic, hypnotic click. "Welcome to the Obsidian Manor, Elara. It sits on the edge of the Veil. Close enough to your world to be reachable, but far enough into mine to be... sovereign."

Dark Tower. Lord Rhovan strode into the Sacred Altar, his cloak trailing behind him. The servants bowed low as he passed. “Have you reached her?” he demanded at once. The mage turned slowly, his hands still glowing faintly with lingering power. “Aye, my lord.” Rhovan stepped closer. “Where is she?” The mage closed his eyes, as though reliving the vision. “In a village. A human settlement by the name of Eldenreach.”

“I still don’t like him, but we might not have a choice. We need to find him—or someone who can help us harness this power.” Aria nodded, carefully tucking the orb and the crystal shard back into her pack. “There’s a town not far from here, Eldenwood. They have a library and sages who might know about ancient artifacts like this.” “Eldenwood it is,” Caden agreed, his tone firm with resolve. “But we have to move now. I can hear more of those things approaching.”

“To the east. I made Fedel gather information. We’ll pass by the small towns of Zaifari, Orcia, Sutton, Ballater, Newham and we’ll get to the land of Mages, Ilragon.” Ilragon… Vienna thought for a minute…that place has been a legend…she never heard people coming in and returning alive there…the folks say it was a ghost town…. “But how? No one knows where it is…” She mumbled and as soon as she said it, a voice said from behind her ear. “I’m from it.” She would have jumped in shock but then she knew the voice. Delphian. “What? You came with us?” She scoffed, “It shouldn’t be surprising. I’m a mage, remember?” Delphian said, now sitting beside her.

Stepping through the swirling portal was like plunging into the depths of a storm. Darkness folded around me, and the air felt thick with ancient magic. When the shadows receded, I stood on unfamiliar ground—a vast expanse of silver mist, broken only by the faint outline of runes carved into stone beneath my feet. Elyria stood at the center, her violet eyes gleaming with quiet intensity. Draven, Astrid, and the others materialized behind me, their expressions ranging from suspicion to awe. But I could feel it—the weight of the moment, the truth pressing down on me, waiting to be unearthed.