Outer Gods Elden Ring Novels & Stories

I didn't know where the screaming competition between them was going but it was giving me an awful headache and I wanted them to stop yelling. But if I tried, neither of them would listen to me. “You never heard about the dark elves that protected the walls of Ultima Luna?” She asked. “You mean the Etheredylans? They existed too?” Alexander asked, with a confused expression starting to brew on his face. “Of course, they existed.” Mary said, “I belong to the clan of Etheredyl!” “But they’ve alone gone extinct,” Alexander replied. “Yes, they did.” She said softly, I watched as tears sprung into her eyes, making them look glassy. “Every Ultima Luna is destined to have an Etheredylan, I am alive

Every eye in the grand den shifts toward the light. "Pack brothers, pack sisters, tonight is doubly blessed, for the long-lost stray of our lineage has crawled back from the dirt!" Tahlia bellows into the horn, her voice dripping with artificial joy. "Ten winters ago, the wildlands claimed him, but today, he returns as a simple country omega from the outer fringes! Let us show him how the elite live..." The sound of a single, heavy silver heel striking the obsidian step echoes through the sudden silence of the hall.

Then his gaze changed to Luca, who seemed to be still in a daze. “It may be troubling you, Alpha Luca, of Blue Moon, but again, it’s not the right time.” Luca nodded then bowed respectfully. It was the God of Elden Wood and their guardian. He even mentioned the Dryad’s are his children, he must be the same as the Moon Goddess for them back in Theta. “We’ll follow your wish then,” Luca answered him. He pretty much wanted to go home, but Nos said it’s not the right time yet. It could lead them to something dangerous if they were forced to go now.

--- They returned to the surface under a sky pierced by stars. Elira stood at the edge of the isle, water dripping from her cloak, the Drowned Oath pulsing on her finger. Ruvan looked at her with awe. “You faced a drowned god. And lived.” Mara raised a brow. “Three relics. Four to go. You keep this up, and we’ll have to call you High Goddess instead of Queen.” Elira smiled faintly. “Not yet.” The Crimson Mage’s eyes narrowed toward the horizon. “Something stirs,” she said. “The Hollow God… felt that.” Elira nodded. “Then let him feel it all.” ---

The last thing he wanted to do was be trapped in a cave that was dedicated to the God of Chaos. But it was worse than just that. These glyphs said that this was the God's first home. According to the legends that Jinx had grown up hearing, that meant this was the Cave of Emergence. This was the spot where the God of Chaos, the patron deity of the Orangelo toms, had first emerged from the Void to walk the earth. This was a place of power, but not the nice kind that could be drawn on and molded. No one other than the God himself should mess about with the chaos that was associated with the Trickster.

“You think the gods would put us here for a gory bloodbath. That’s unethical to their standards. “Beyond the Outer Wall is the Yellow Zone. That’s the place with the yellow sky. In this world, death here is what we call, recall.” He air-quoted that last word. “Meaning, if you died there, you’ll be magically returned to our world in the exact time and place the moment before you met your god.” “Oh, no,” I gasped with cold sweat.

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

the young boy blurted. “Tell them not to leave until we join them,” I commanded. The boy nodded and hurried off. The outer wall was the barrier that shielded Eldoria from the outer realms. Each clan had its own part of the wall to protect and supervise. The Outer Realms signified the places on Eldoria's maps where the ink trails off and the parchment is left deliberately blank not because nothing lies beyond, but because what lies beyond does not need to be found. They stretch past the last waystone in every direction, a vast and lightless expanse. Travelers who have dared its edges speak of structures swallowed in pale mist, fissures in the earth that whisper in almost-language, and a prese

​While we spent our grueling days wrestling with the stubborn, ancient granite of the Great Peak, a different kind of pressure began to mount from the suffocating, emerald depths of the forests below. Fenris, the exiled King, hadn’t simply vanished into the mists of history to lick his wounds and fade away. He was a creature of pride and silver, and pride did not die quietly. He had retreated into the "Outer Wilds"—those vast, untamed regions where the Architects’ cold, genetic reach had never touched the local wolf populations.

“Eldan I believe you have lost your pebbles if you think the goddess’ weapon would promise anything and keep it.” Maggie smiled. “So you know I am the goddess’ weapon?” she clicked her tongue with a small laugh. “You know who I am, it is unfair that I don’t know who you are. So tell me, who are you?” “My name is Eldan,” the black man said. “This is Olivia,” he pointed at the woman. “Jackson,” the ashy man who wore an impatient scowl. “And that is Percy. We are custodians of our kind. Ptakkagaris to be precise.”