Realm Of The Elderlings Books Novels & Stories

I was the only place in the entire estate where no one looked at me and saw a mistake. That morning I carried my treasures there: the porcelain doll’s hand, the black scale (now wrapped in silk and hidden inside a tin box), and a book I had stolen from the library (The Chronicles of Eldoria, Volume III, the one with the torn page that showed a serpent prince with eyes of living fire). I was tracing the outline of his face with a finger when I heard humming. Soft. Sweet. Like warm honey dripping off a spoon. Isla toddled around the corner, dragging a stuffed rabbit twice her size. She wore a white dress embroidered with tiny roses, grass stains already on the hem. Her curls were tied with blu

I step.. And the church reacts. Not the dramatic explosion kind. Worse. The quiet kind. The kind where the air tightens and every rune carved into the floor flares at once, screaming without sound. Lucien’s hand snaps out, fingers grazing my sleeve. Not grabbing. Not stopping. Just… hoping. “Elora,” he whispers.Ruby’s breath catches. “Sweetheart...” The Frostbound King’s eyes brighten like frozen stars. And I stop. Right there.Between worlds. Between lies. Between every version of myself that’s ever existed.

"Game's on, ladies. And I'm rewriting the board." The city bled neon beyond the windows, but inside, my pulse matched its throb—strategy laced with something darker, hungrier. Kenji confessed, Harlan bled, and I countered. But his eyes haunted, obsidian promises of ruin and claim. The deal struck. The hunt is true. And in that electric void, I felt it—power shifting, not surrender, but collision. Two storms, knees bent, circling for the kill.

God’s golden light blasted outward, colliding with shadow and fire. The balcony cracked beneath Lily’s feet. She stumbled, gripping Luca tightly. The entity recoiled, but then it turned its attention fully to them. “I see,” it said, its voice now calm, almost playful. “You awaken the anomaly. Very well.” The sky above them split wider. A rift opened behind the entity, darker than shadow, glowing with deep red veins of unknown energy. From the rift, movement stirred. Something else was coming. Something older. Something worse. Lily’s breath caught.

Unfortunately, I couldn't read. "What the?" I exclaimed. The writings just moved! Not just a slight motion but rather dancing. I heard a chuckle from the three making me tear my gaze right off. Planning to focus on the elder's face instead, the big door at his back was pulling my interest. I'm tempted to ask. Were they hiding something? It triggered my curiosity again. Everything in this place. "The writings were made by our ancestors. It's an antediluvian magic that tells about the history of our being and the origin of this kingdom. As long as this sielo was passed from elder to elder, the writings shall remain alive."

“Like conjuring the reality before creation was the best place to go to? Why couldn’t you just go back in time yourself and see it for yourself?” “Come on Elly, you know that even if I wanted to, without you, it’s next to impossible. Come on, please. Just this once”, he said stretching out his left hand on the table. She stared at him for a while, not knowing whether to bluntly decline, or conform to what he asked. She needed some rest too you know. Maybe one of the Euphoria realms wasn’t such a bad idea. So in one swift move, she placed her ringed hand into his, and then all of a sudden, time stopped, and reality gradually began to change. They both watched as the image of the bar itself gr

If there was even a sliver of a way back… My fingers dragged over one particularly ancient tome: bound in silver and wrapped in spell-locked chains. I whispered the unlocking spell, old enough that the air around me shimmered with pale blue glyphs. The book creaked open. “Chronos Binding,” I murmured. The title alone sent a chill down my spine. Inside were diagrams of realms overlapping each other like threads in a tapestry. Old Realm. Divine Plane. Mortal Realm. Abyssal Void.

Imagination can provide knowledge, far from reality can provide "What are you finding this time?" Sophia asked her first customer of the day. "Mortal Fantasy Books." "Hmm, as usual, huh?" Sophia grabbed a book at the upper section of the shelf. She handed it to him. "Read this series, written by Lyn Francia." Alkhun looks at the thick book, written in bold italic letters. 'The Tower’s Myth.' "Lyn Francia?" He uttered out of familiarity. "You mean..." "Yes, Lyn Francia is one of the descendants of the Francia Family one of the 5 Elites family." Alkhun flips the cover of the dark red book and saw on the first page.

I stand on the realm bridge watching as the chaos ensues in the sea below. The sea of dreams is lighting up in orange smoke. There is barely a spot that's midnight blue anymore. Klara used to tell me about a time. A time when there was peace. A time when mortals could go to sleep and wake up the next day. With the Goddesses on the constant hunt for Rizor. The realms are left in constant chaos each passing day. The elders were selected by the moon goddess to watch over the night realm in her absence. The elders are more powerful than average jumpers. They are responsible for the training and the matching of jumpers.

She’d used the floating particles to make herself visible. Elsabet stared into the emptiness, averting her attention back to the book in her hands. The cover said, ‘The Book of Immortals’. Thick leather decorated with interweaving vines and roses. She recognized the depiction as the emblem found throughout the castle. Covering doors and tables, even the drawbridge. She drew a breath, realizing what she likely held. “Thank you.” Elsabet held it reverently as she made way back to her chair to read. It told of men who’d been born and raised in the Upper Lands, the world above Ardae, who’d found their way into Ardae to avoid a second persecution.