Rivendell Novels & Stories

As Rancel steps through the portal, it envelops her in a blinding light, and the world around her fades away, leaving behind the lonely cliff and the necklace, forgotten in the night. Rancel steps through the shimmering portal, leaving the lonely cliff behind. As she emerges on the other side, she finds herself in a mysterious and eerie landscape. The sky overhead is a deep, velvety purple, and strange, bioluminescent flora emit an otherworldly glow, casting an eerie yet enchanting light. Rancel looks around in awe and confusion, clutching the necklace as she takes in this surreal environment. The air is cooler, and there's an unsettling stillness that seems to envelop everything. In the dis

window as the sector disappears as we enter the next one, moving along the familiar road from the south. It's not as crowded as it was yesterday, and the route is dotted with agents. "The Palace is under control," the maid had said. I think that's what she was referring to. The glittering marble wall ahead, reflecting the rising sun in the woods. I want to close my eyes, but I resist. I know I have to keep them open here. The gate is surrounded by white uniforms, agents who check incoming travelers. When the vehicle pulls over, the maid takes me out and leads me to the gate without taking the queue. No one protests or bothers to verify your identity. She must be known around here. As soon a

“They are ruled by Eachran Mannus and own trading posts, slave market and all thos very exciting things. Get to the part about the Waddock already.” “Patience isn’t your greatest forte, is it?” “It has never been. And weren’t you the one who insited we had to act fast?” “Fine. You’re right. Glenavon isn’t just home to the enchanted forest, it also has a portal to Coleraine Waddock.” “The Forbidden Realm?” I asked with a shocked expression. “Yes. And it is also our way out.” She added and focused her attention on giving me a bath. I stared at her in silence for a few minutes and groaned.

“Holy shit! Three sixes like in 666? What the fuck’s going on here? Is it some kind of portal to hell?” “That’s canceled, Bran,” I teased, talking about the TV show. “C’mon, there’s no portal to hell in the Manor, or haven’t you met the Blotters? Do they seem demonic to you?” “Yeah, you’re right. But it can’t be a coincidence.” “Agree. Let’s check with Amy.” He raised a finger and I waited until he readied his camcorder to call the medium. “It’s a triad,” she said as soon as we finished explaining the situation to her. “Makes sense. And bet that if you connect the spots of the coordinates, they’ll form a six-point star on the land.”

The manor was white with big floor to ceiling glass windows, it looked celestial under the moonlight. I have been in WillowRidge for my whole life, but I never knew about this manor, no one could see this from the road, it is so well hidden. What a wonder. The assistant opened my door and took me to the side of the manor through a garden of colourful flowerbeds that looked so beautiful even at night. We crossed a beautiful wooden door to a private sitting area, a place so beautiful, elegant flowers, fairy lights, a cabin made of glass walls and ceilings, I am not joking. The assistant took me in and asked me to sit on one of the chairs, I hesitantly did. I was mesmerised by the beauty , Natu

Every compartment and every passageway drew in the sharp scent of fresh plants, the ripe scent of human sweat, and the pungent stench of animal dung. The side door slid open into a ramp and came down towards the ground with smooth precision. Up top were the three Ravens, who laughed and chatted as they walked down the ramp and out towards a vast and busy farm. “The Laertidus won’t mind if we parked ourselves right out here, yeah?” asked Eva. “It’ll be fine, honestly” said Amal. “If it was a problem, they would’ve waved us away when they saw us coming in for a landing. And besides, we can always move her if we need to.”

All these people scurrying around to their own destination made the journey to room 3254 quite the battle to get through the halls. Now infront of me stood a white door, equipped with a silver handle. I didn't even realise it, but my hands are quite clammy with my heart racing against time. I suck in one of the deepest breaths I've ever inhaled and just as the door pops open, the cry of a baby triumphs. "It's a baby girl."

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Merilee's favorite ride has always been the VanDusen Gardens, a wonderful park with a natural landscape and an immense variety of trees and flowers. Of course, the place was booked for a Saturday in June, but our mother related had made some contacts and found a little panoramic corner that we could use. I hope grandma makes it. Why, girls, we'll see to it. would only be cool if she knew what's going on... Hey, when I get old, don't let me lose my judgment, okay? (Yeah, I know, I know, like I haven't already lost, huh?)

That evening had been a total success. “Paradows Port. It’s going to be a difficult area for us,” Frank said. “We knew it was going to be there. It’s a dimly lit area and that favors them. We’re going to need infrared binoculars to see what’s going on.” “I think some infrared goggles with bulletproof protection will be more useful,” came the timid voice of the boy who had made the flagrant sting possible. “I have to admit, I’m amazed at your intelligence. You’re a veritable treasure. We have a significant advantage in having you with us. Thank you!” I said to the boy with pride in my voice.