Rhûn Middle-earth Novels & Stories

"Prove your worth and loyalty, Fail, and your fate will be sealed." Alan withdrew into the shadows, he carried the heavy weight of his deception, understanding that the journey ahead would be treacherous and demanding. However, his resolve remained steadfast, fluid like the flowing waters of a river, guiding him through the tangled web of deceit and danger. *************** "Dex, come forth," Rohan commanded, his voice an embodiment of authority resonating from the darkness. From the depths of the forest, a figure materialized, his silhouette merging with the night. Dex, a bulky wolf with steely gray fur and piercing eyes, approached Rohan, his steps measured and unwavering.

I rolled my eyes and tugged my feet that were chained against the bedpost, I gathered my hands together and tried to pull it out using my magic. I groaned and tugged it harder but it won't work unless it's in the forest or somewhere that is in nature, my magic only works when we are surrounded around trees. That means that we are maybe in an abandoned warehouse or something close to the city. Rosla doesn't have any abandoned streets thanks to Rhyker's knowledge who made sure that those streets are used in something useful like a garden for plants and nature. The country is ranked up to first in saving nature and ecological systems with magic and high technical standards.

HELL Meridian Water With the tip of my dagger, I drew a series of intertwined lines and curves, forming a unique pattern. I could feel the energy of dark magic gathering around us. As the blood lines darkened, as though painted with ink, they began to glow with an alluring luminosity, and a shadowy aura enveloped our joined hands. At the center of the rune, I traced the focal point—our destination. The moment it was completed, the point was consumed by a flame that ignited in my hand, symbolizing the fiery energy that would power our teleportation.

As she had noticed me trying to say the spell correctly. The woman's voice repeated the incantation, guiding me through its intricate nuances. Slowly, I began to mutter the words, their weight settling upon my tongue. " Vendrevious mgeheridous," With each utterance, the air around us crackled with energy, and my amulet began to glow with increasing intensity. As the final syllable left my lips, Rona's eyes widened in astonishment. My amulet radiated a blinding light, illuminating the room and revealing an image suspended within the glow. It was Rurac, his eyes filled with determination, poring over a massive book that looked quite old and dusty.

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.”

He breaks off and does not continue; we have no time for this list, tonight will. At the edge of the runes Rhaell lifts his head and traces a single slow circle on the stone with the tip of his staff as if closing the battle with it. “Deep in the moonstones there is still reserve,” he reports, a mage’s way of saying “we have not lost.” Lunathiel nods and tucks into her nod what she has just wept out: it hurts, but we go on working.

He nods at me, before shouting at Brax, “Stop the fucking car.” Brax slams on the break, pitching us all forward as my magic rips out of me. It shoots down into the earth, tracking the runes once buried for protection, and ripping them apart. The world around us shivers, loud screeches filling the forest as I tear it all down around us. I slump back in my seat, blood dripping from my nose and ears. Well done, wild one. I will protect you while you are here. “Thank you,” I whisper, my body heaving with pain filled breaths.

Something was wrong here. The further we pressed into the woods, the colder it became. My breath misted in the air, and when I reached out to touch the nearest tree, I recoiled at the faint burn. Strange markings had been carved into the bark, lines and symbols that pulsed faintly blue, unfinished, like someone had started them and fled before completing the spell. “They’re runes,” Thorne muttered, crouching to study one. His voice was grim. “Shadowfang magic.” Kael’s hand clenched into a fist. “Then we’re close.”

The air itself hung thick, heavy with the unspoken threat of Mother's wrath, a suffocating presence that pressed against her chest, a physical weight she longed to escape. Though deep below ground, the Middle breathed like a living organism. Caverns opened in to amphitheaters, corridors curve in concentric wooden ribs and polished stone. The Middle was an engineered world, carved into bedrock and woven into the colossal roots of the Mother Tree that stood hundreds of feet above on the surface of Triune.