Oi You There Elden Ring Novels & Stories

But this, this creature doesn’t belong to the oracle she seemingly once was. “Oleen!” My voice cracks through the chamber. Her head lifts. The black void of her eyes swallows me whole. ‘That is Gerald’s heart they stab,’ Eliora whispers. My breath halts. I stare at the cauldron, horror twisting my gut. “Oleen, stop! You’re killing him!” I scream, rushing forward, careful not to cross the sparks. She answers with lightning. The blast sears past my face, slamming into stone with a deafening crack. I dive for cover, trembling.

“Yes. The enemy is already in motion. We cannot slow. The third relic lies in the Isles of Mourning—underwater ruins guarded by creatures older than memory. I’ll need the Crimson Mage, and a blessing from the Sea Circle.” Lucien nodded, though his expression darkened. “What?” she asked. “I just wish I had more time with you when you weren’t bleeding, breaking, or burning,” he said. She smiled faintly. “So do I.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Then let’s make time after we win.” Elira closed her eyes. “I’ll hold you to that.” And somewhere beyond the walls, the Hollow God opened his eyes once more. ---

Eliza’s POV The ground trembled beneath us, but I stood firm, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I felt the surge of magic rising from the earth, a vibrant energy threading through my fingers as I held onto Rylan, Enzo, and Ed. Their solidarity anchored me, a reminder that I wasn’t alone in this fight. Together, we could face this darkness. “Keep your focus!” Yelda urged, her voice slicing through the chaos, guiding us like a beacon in the storm. “Channel that energy. Let it flow through you!”

“Aelys, now!” I grasp the relic, its starlight burning, my hymn rising, “Veil, guide!” The archive pulses, the wraiths faltering, their hymns fading. Kalia’s orb glows, her vision clear, her voice trembling. “Aelys, the Herald’s on a world called Vyrn—it’s tearing rifts!” The relic’s hymn stabilizes my heart, Lena’s spark burning, but my strength wanes, my mortality a weight. I meet Kalia’s gaze, her courage a spark, and nod. “We go to Vyrn.”

It was hard being in her presence, the memory of her killing Mom and Thalia returned. She took it slowly and I turned my back to her. “Theoden, the current king, will try to poison the oceans tonight or before dawn. Although we plan to stop him, place your own measures in place.” I said coldly. “Where is Yileyna?” She asked sharply, ignoring my comment. I swallowed, trying to calm my emotions. “He bears her mark.” The elder siren murmured. “So handsome, obviously she couldn’t resist.” The redhead added. Had she fucking forgotten I almost killed her?

Ore explained “There is somewhere like that in this palace? That’s exciting! I will love to visit too” Elora said with happiness as she slid into her shoes but someone entered the room at that instant taking away the attention “who is Elora?” the maid asked looking around “Elora? There she is” Ore pointed to her before turning back to face the maid “but why are you looking for her?” she asked looking at the maid suspiciously “Lady Gaia is asking for her presence and she wants her to be in her room with immediate effect” the maid replied and turned to leave for the door

Crimson's POV ‘Is this it?’ “Run! I'll find you.” ‘Is this the end?’ “No! We'll go together! I can't leave you now. Not like this.” ‘Is this what I've been fighting for?’ “Don't you wanna know who she truly is, Eliora? You've come a long way just to find someone who was standing infront of you all this time!” ‘Is this the only chance I have to survive? My last play. My last bet. My last card.’

Ojas murmured. The three of them quietly walked down the corridor where the Nephilim soldiers are stationed. Eros began to feel that Iris is close. The farther they travelled down the corridor, the stronger he began to sense her presence. Their bond came back to life when he reached almost the end of the corridor, near a bend. "Ojas, use your gas now" he whispered.

Jaden grumbles, looking around the table before he involuntarily shivers. The sun bears down over us. All the weight of the heat now feels oppressive rather than pleasant. I notice Kara watching Aurora as she chews on her lip, as if there is something she desperately wants to say but can’t or won’t. Elio, who has been standing behind her, scratches his chin, his dark brown-black eyes set in fierce concentration. “I’m not aware of any paper that self destructs. But maybe it is a gimmick. There are a few witches at Greyclaw Ridge or Bloodmoon Bay.” before he runs his hand over his short, dark hair.

I dismounted, boots sinking into damp soil. “This is the true site,” I said. “Older than the stronghold itself. The goddess walked here once before we forgot her name.” Eren examined the perimeter, nodding. “No patrols. It’s hidden well.” Mira crouched, pressing her palm to the ground. “The earth remembers this place. It’s… awake.”