Oi You There Elden Ring Novels & Stories

Jayden's POV “I’ve fucking told you, Jayden,” Ella purred, swinging her thick hips and whipping around to face me, her lips grazing mine, her breath shaky with lust. “There’s a lab, alright?” I narrowed my eyes, smelling her bullshit. “You said northern ridge. Where the fuck is it?” She froze, her gaze darting like a cornered animal. “It’s…” she stalled, biting her finger with a teasing nibble. “Or maybe near the northern ridge. Elder Thorne was blabbing to some warrior—fuck, maybe he said east.” Her hand slid to my nipple, pinching it hard.

Lies were safer. But the sigil had been in his hand. The spy had been inside the palace. The puppets had already spoken too much. There were no safe lies left. “The eastern wildlands,” Elowen said. Theon’s gaze stayed fixed. “Where in the wildlands?” Elowen swallowed. “There are ruins deep in the forest. Places we do not approach unless forced. Places the elders call dead.” Corvin’s eyes narrowed. “You have been there.” Elowen did not answer immediately. His throat felt tight. “Once.”

“What is it?” “I don’t know. It’s happening again—” Riven was already at my other side. But it wasn’t a vision this time. It was a memory. Old. Older than me. Images burned into my brain: flames, wolves, a silver crown falling to the earth, and hands painted in gold ash. And one voice. Calling a name I didn’t recognize. “Elouria.” I gasped and fell to my knees. Kael caught me this time, even after everything.

Clyde muttered and Ophelia nodded in understanding, her eyes gleaming as she slightly studied Clyde’s physique. “your hair is lovely and your tattoos are quite pretty” she commented and Clyde gave her a small smile. “So, what mythical being are you Ophelia?” I demanded, interrupting her conversation with Clyde. “I’m an Elf like Elrond. We met in one of our classes together” She blushed and I turned to Elrond who had gone quiet after Cindy left. His eyes were on the door Cindy left from. I sighed heavily, “the both of you are confused” I referred to Elrond who got my message but Ophelia sort of looked lost.

What about your area? ‘Same here. Can you wait? I’ll come to you.’ ‘Alright. I’ll move slowly.’ The connection fades, and I sigh with relief. “Hopefully Elio’s closer. Then I don’t have to explain.” I push again, seeking. His gate feels different—like a glacier. I press against it. ‘Elio…’ The ice thaws almost instantly. ‘Where are you?’ His voice comes sharp, direct. ‘Southeast. Hard to give landmarks—everything looks the same’, I chuckle.

Where are you? I look around, heart pounding. Everything looks the same—broken marble, columns carved with sigils that crawl when you stare too long, black fountains pouring nothing. “I don’t know,” I whisper. A pause. Then— Stay still. I’m coming for you. “No,” I say. Louder this time, voice cracking against the silence. “You’re bleeding. You can’t—” Elara. Just my name. But the weight in it silences me. And then the bond burns.

“Do you understand, t’xoria?” “Yes!” Ayla breathed. “Sarya told me where to find the ring of Beliar and the Crown of Addanos. The Avatar of Inoss has the Eye of Inoss, and I have the scepter of Aylarra.” Rhobart kissed her temple. “Where do we have to go to find the ring and the crown?” Ayla leaned her head on his shoulder. “The ring is here in Myrthana. We have to go to the Cursed Castle while the crown is in Drara. Sarya said we should talk to the sheik. What about the Orcs?”

)) ** yes** We searched for quite a few hours but found nothing ** Eliza! Over here ** I followed the voice over to the Eastern part of the forest where most of the others had already gathered. (( What is it? )) ** look ** I make a few steps forward and on one of the trees was some black looking goo, like tar, I reached out to touch it and fell back when hundreds of eyes peered out at me from behind the tree and in the tree lines surrounding (( something’s wrong! We need to cleanse this area immediately! There is a rip in our concealment spell! We have to repair it! ))

Lucien’s voice dies in his throat. No sound. His mouth moves—desperate, furious—but no sound comes. He can’t speak.Gideon silenced him. I grab Elias’s coat. “What is happening?!” Gideon’s eyes widened, glowing brighter. “Your name opens the door, Elora. And once it’s open… there is no closing it.” My breath shudders out. “What door?” “The door,” Gideon whispers. “The one inside you.” The creature lunges again. Lucien dodges barely, but his movements are slowing—he’s weakening.

They cut their palms and pressed them to the altar stone beside mine. And for the first time in decades, the Hollow Moon pack wasn’t memory. It was living. Oya arrived two days later. She emerged from the tree line as if she’d been summoned by the pulse herself. She said nothing at first. Just walked straight to me, placed a hand over my stomach, and inhaled. Then she whispered, “The fire within her calls the old ones home.” I nodded. “She’s not just heir.” “No,” Oya said. “She’s the bridge.”