Spyro X Elora Novels & Stories

We have the ascent of scrap collectors experienced to the architects of stars, confrontation with void and finally the humble but fulfilling return to humanity completed. Elora had never believed in the “gods of frequencies”. For them, a scrap collector the third generation, the world was simply what you saw before you: a valley full of green hills, in whose earth the hard, cold remains of a technological Past. When she drove her probe into the ground, she did not search for holy resonances, but after old copper, insulated cables or – with much Happiness – an intact storage crystal for which the dealers in the bazaar

She fell like a dark meteor, the wind screaming past her ears, her violet energy flaring out to slow her descent just before she hit the forest floor. She landed in a crouch, the shockwave shattering the nearby glowing fungi. She sprinted toward the Under-Graft, her eyes glowing with a feral, violet light. She found them in the "Engine Room"—a hollowed-out root where the old Thorne servers were being reclaimed by the tree. Elara stood over Jax, who was now arched on a stone slab, his body convulsing as red crystalline spikes began to erupt from his joints. "Mother, stop!" Lyra screamed, her hand darkening with a gravitational pulse. "You’re bringing the Hive back! You’re turning him into a b

Its red optical sensor locked onto Elara. "Jax! Cole! Watch out!" Elara screamed, but her voice was swallowed by the gale. The spider-drone lunged, its carbon-fiber legs snapping toward Kael’s head. In that moment, Elara didn't reach for the ice. She reached for her Adrenaline. She swung her body out over the three-thousand-foot drop, hanging by a single hand, and kicked the drone's sensory array with her heavy leather boot. The drone faltered, its magnetic grip slipping on the frosted metal. It plummeted into the darkness, its red eye fading into a tiny spark before vanishing.

she turned wildly on the spot, frantically looking around “W-where Lena! Where!” Lena gently grasped her arms “Calm down Dawnie”, she said “the Green Man is a forest god which means he will be in some place like a park or a forest or….” she trailed off, her brown eyes drifting towards the orchard that they’d parked across from “Oh, that’s clever”, she breathed, staring at the name: Viridios. Dawn followed her gaze “They wouldn’t be so brazen”, she remarked.

Flying on the back of a dragon would never get old. Even though Nya was slightly nervous at being so high up in the sky, with very little to hold on to, by the time she’d been situated on Slate’s dragon’s back for a few hours, she’d gotten used to the thrilling feel of soaring over the forest and mountains below her. She squeezed her legs tightly around his neck, usually holding on with her hands as well, pressed against his slick scales, but from time to time, she couldn’t help but let go with one hand at a time and feel the air moving around her. Long blonde braids billowed out behind her, and the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair was invigorating like nothing she’d ever experie

Stok laughed, "Of course not! Why would I want you dead? Listen, Scorpion, I want something else, and I'm guessing your boyfriend doesn't have much time left." "What do you want?" Queen asked. "I want the flash drive," Stok replied. "You should know where the Sparrows' den is located. Bring the flash drive to me in less than one hour, and I promise I'll give you the antidote to help your boyfriend recover. If you don't bring it, trust me, he's going to die." After speaking, he ended the call. Queen got up and began to think. She wasn't with the flash drive, and even if she wanted to get it from her Dad, there was no way she could meet up.

“But we can’t! We’ll be exposing ourselves. If they find out we’re here—” “We’re not leaving a child to suffer! Not when we can help!” he replied fiercely. Tears streamed down Aqua’s cheeks as she witnessed her mother’s resolve begin to crack. “We can’t fight them alone, Leon. It’s too dangerous!” As the figures continued their dark ritual, Aqua felt her mother’s fear and her father’s determination intertwining, creating a tempest of emotion that resonated deep within her. Just when Aqua thought they would intervene, the scene shifted again.

"The Sonic Disruption Torpedo is a kill-switch, Elara. It’s the only thing that stops the Architects from finishing the Harvest. And now you’re telling me they’re 'running away' from something else? That we should help them hide?" "I’m telling you that if we fire that torpedo, we are screaming into the dark!" Elara countered, her voice vibrating with a frequency she couldn't fully control. The violet sparks in her eyes were dancing erratically. "Jun was clear. The Architects are building the Spires to cloak the planet. If we shatter the Trench, we turn off the lights. Whatever is out there—this Void-Signal—it will find us instantly. We won't be harvested, Mom. We’ll be erased."

Crap. Rogues. Three of them crept out, eyes glowing like lanterns dipped in acid. They circled around her. Elora stood fast. She wasn’t a pushover; she had sparred with Dante, survived palace politics, and could throw a punch. But she was alone. No reinforcements. Not good.