Rivendell Novels & Stories

“Why? You have no appointment. It’s busy here.” “Yeah?” she pouted a bit, thinking over it for a moment. “Eh, what about that guy? The guy who’s obsessed with playing computer games? Is he working here at the moment?” She had a bit of suspicion of that guy she was talking about, Oswald. He looked like he knew a lot about computers and technology whatever he does in his life. Or maybe Theo hired people from the outside? “They’re out of town, I’m the only one currently here.” Yohan was a bit of a cold person but Selene wasn’t fazed.

He heard that Jerell is a scholar but what is his Blitzkrieg gift? "You can only be one if you have accepted death wholeheartedly. According to… the answer provided to me, the Queen will invite you to be a dweller in her Queendom. Then, you're going to decide for yourself which Edifice you want to belong to. "There are ten edifices. The current Queen once belonged to the Cathedral. The Cathedral is where Angels dwell." "Dimensia," Dylan blinked. "Why is it called that way? Is it because of the word Dimension?"

Chapter 34. The List of High Noble Houses "Ah ha! Here it is!" She beamed with a cold smile, pulling her chalice to her lips and licking a little of the blood wine off of her lips. Raven Blood Wine really was a delicacy. The mist on top of the mountain had grown this evening, not curling against the bottom of her closed windows. Outside, it enveloped against the mid-spires, almost completely veiling the structure, but not quite. The high spires of the obsidian palace were the only place you could still see the stars. Wind tonight was a delicate breeze, as though some great whispers of lost secrets were denied entry into the castle, atop the tallest of the three mountains.

The two dragons glided along for a few hours before Slate began to descend over a field in the territory of a kingdom closer to his own lair and far enough away from Beelzanborg that the soldiers who were clearly rallying to come after the Heart of Magic couldn’t reach them--yet. He touched down in a field of golden wheat, catching the sunbeams and sparkling like each stalk was made of a precious metal.

Ignoring all my inner thoughts I went to the canteen but as my luck goes. I had to collide with non other than her.... oh and I forgot to tell you. Her name is Amara. such a beautiful name. Oh shit not again with the pervert mind. I scolded my inner demons.and you know what...she can really fight. I didn't knew a girl to be so fierce and that too...towards me. I ignored her and left that place because I was in no mood to fight. I went to the library which is my second favorite place in this whole world... well first is a secret I'll tell you once the time is right. I took my favorite book "The love within". I flipped the pages as I munched over my food. But suddenly something caught my eye..

We entered the precinct of the Pheles palace, which was named after Raven’s demon wolf’s name — Pheles. It was yet another wonder of architecture standing in the middle of blooming gardens, glowing greenhouses and dark woods. A dense mist hung heavily around the palace and the woods.

“But we’re not done yet.” Erin emerged from behind a pillar, carrying an ancient tome they had found during their brief respite. “The guardian mentioned a ‘final piece.’ I think this might help.” She placed the book on the ground, flipping through its fragile pages. “It talks about a relic, a heartstone that can sever curses at their roots. It’s supposed to exist in the land of Vorellis.” Lena’s gaze darkened. Vorellis was a place spoken of in hushed tones, known for its unforgiving terrain and the ruthless mercenaries who guarded its borders.

It was a sign that we had to move to the field immediately. We quickly left the room to join the ranks. Chaz ordered us all to be quiet and check our weapons. As usual, I always brought my crossbow and rifle. After the assignment, my squad, squad four, had to explore an area called Windstone. The coldest and loneliest area in the west of York bordered by the Greenleaves forest, and if you walked further south, you would see the ruins of Willeth. There were no humans living in this area due to its poor condition, and even animals were rarely seen in this place.

‘Why… how…’ Their eyes met. All that Allan can feel is how his energy is draining. Thunder can be heard outside as the sky looks as if it were blinking. In no time, the dungeon collapsed. Or should it really be stated as that? It feels like the best way to describe it is that the dungeon rose up in the sky. The moon was hiding behind the shade of clouds. And there, the King of Voneveir saw the people he was looking for. Appearing before his eyes. “We meet again, your majesty.” “C- clad…”

The Rolls Royce Cullinan cut through the dark forest like a steel beast, its headlights slicing through fog so thick it looked like the forest was exhaling smoke. The engine roared, struggling against the incline as they climbed the ridge leading to the Chamber of the Order. Violet gripped the back of Kael’s seat, magic swirling faintly around her fingers like threads of glowing silk. “She’s close,” Violet whispered, her voice trembling as the spell drained more of her energy. “Rhea is still alive. But the air… it feels wrong. Twisted.”