Rivendell Novels & Stories

“You can’t do this! I’ll return… I’ll kill you! I’ll rule them all!” Kaelen stepped forward, face grim. “By the bloodline of Selvayra,” he declared, “I cast you into Vornyx—the realm of shadow and silence.” Blinding magic wrapped around Riven, binding him with chains. He let out a final scream, and was yanked into the void. The portal snapped shut. ******* (Vornyx; the outlands) In the cursed silence of the Outlands, Riven howled into the emptiness. No one heard. No one answered.

"Did you remember to take care of the emendations in the contract? Asked Frost. Leo gave a nod and they proceeded to the reception area. Even before inquiring, the receptionist, in a light red blazer and matching pleated skirt, went forward and, with a slight bow, asked if they were there to see Mr. Vanross. Leo affirmed, and the receptionist led them towards the special elevator that would take them up to the rooftop where Mr. Vanross, popularly known as Mr. V, was waiting for them. Once inside the elevator, the receptionist pressed the top floor button. When it stopped, the pretty lady stepped aside and let the visitors out of the elevator. She then led them to a spacious area with a very

Her body convulsed, shifting back into human form. She hit the dirt hard. Her skin pale, slick with blood. Her breathing ragged. Her eyes fluttered, fading. Then she drifted into memory A memory so far away . A memory she was never supposed to remember . Three Thousand Years Ago — Arcadia The moon loomed huge and golden in the midnight sky, casting a ghostly light over Ravendell, a hidden village buried deep in Blackwood Forest. For centuries, it had stayed secret, protected from human eyes. But tonight, everything shimmered with magic and anticipation.

The moon hung low and red above the charred peaks of the Hollow Mountains, its light bleeding across the broken land like a fresh wound. The winds whispered secrets—old names and forbidden truths—carried through trees with bark blackened from ancient fire. At the edge of this cursed place stood Alaric Vellaria Vaelthorne, clad in his long black coat, the silver embroidery glowing faintly in the moonlight. His crimson eyes scanned the twisted forest before him, boots crunching over scorched earth. Behind him, the Black Citadel faded into the fog. Ahead, danger awaited.

It splattered across his face like war paint. The second man was shaking now. He stared at his companion's body as it lay twisted, steaming slightly from the silver that had burned in the wounds. “I-I’ll talk,” he croaked. Eric approached slowly. “Names. Locations. Everything.” “There’s... there’s a camp,” he stammered. “North of Blackpine Temple. Hidden beneath the mountain lake. They’re calling it The Cradle. Vincent,he’s gathering blood mages. Rogues. Shadow wolves.”

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.”

I fixed myself in front of the mirror and cleaned up the bed sheet we once laid upon before finally deciding to go outside. As I slide away the tent covering my view, my jaw automatically dropped open as my eyes scanned the place. What the hell? I don’t know how I should react the moment my eyes landed in front me. There, stood Daevon not too far from me followed by a man who doesn’t look that much older. There were hello kitty standees, standing at the side of the aisle, holding baskets of flowers.

she whispered, as if to speak too loudly might disturb the beauty of the place. “It is Azure,” Rave replied softly. “Azure?” Her gaze shifted to the left. Caught in a misty haze, she could just make out the shape of something hanging from the branches of the giant trees. “What do you mean, Azure?” Rave shrugged. “Azure is simply Azure. It is a special place—an alternate magical dimension, a kind of heaven on earth, or so our legends say.”

I was thankful for the buzz that came on as it helped distract me from how awkward I felt in Luke’s presence. The late-August full moon was glowing above the lake, making the water sparkle. At least a hundred werewolves from our pack had come to say goodbye to Luke and a few of his fellow warriors who would be leaving on a mission the next day. It was a mix of older high schoolers, such as Lucy and me, and young warriors who trained and patrolled with Luke and his friends. Our pack was a community of about forty-five hundred werewolves located deep in the woods of northern Vermont, where humans didn’t normally venture, a heavily forested area surrounded by mountains.

Amren trailed off at the last part. Her face was covered in shock as she quickly searched through another page and saw what raised her suspicion. "......Hagrid, hidden under the sand of time and away from prying eyes, a neighboring city to Orlock, separated by Huge walls and barriers, located in the east. Hagrid, the enigmatic land of vampires ....." Amren whispered these words as her eyes zoomed out to space "Land of the vampires..." Her Brain moving to various dimensions, she had no idea, she remembered the dream clearly that King Cassian Von Vendela was the king of Hagrid, father of Rhysand Von Vendela, the man who named her Amren, who Feyre had a night with.