Thranduil Novels & Stories

-If you wish, you can wait inside, it is too cold out here for a young lady as beautiful as you to expose herself to the elements. -It's fine- I say nodding my head as I walk towards him. Although of course, I have not missed the compliment. -Tell me your name, please. -Lailah Gozt. He looks for my name on the list he holds in his hands and then nods. -Aha, Lailah Gozt- He answers with a smile- He's on the list with Azael Grimm, is he who you're waiting for? -Yes. -Okay, come in. My partner will take you to your table.

shouted Zach in surprise. "Calm down. They are our allies. Prince Zacharia Barnabas, this man is Ruven Omanelis, The Elf King. And, this man is Benji, one of the Dwarf Leader. Meanwhile, that woman was a healer that King Ruven had specially brought to help with this border. Her name is Lily," explained Edmund.

I faked a falsetto in amusement. "Same old ginger." Ralyne rolled her eyes as she led the way into the woody forest. "Any changes with Philip?" I questioned while following her lead. "No," she kicked a pebble out of the way and it burst into a hundred pieces as it hit a tree "he's still grumpy, the last healer we found didn't say anything useful so his mood has worsened, understandable if you ask me." Ralyne calmly spoke like we were talking about food.

He has a book on his hand that is opened into half. His hair seemed to reflect the color of a sunlight, deadly eyes like of those hungry wolves, and a skin akin to a porcelain. His height has no justice, towering even the King. Wearing a simple gray tunic, he still carries his stance with might and power. My silence brought him to look at me. I didn’t expect I’d be seeing him after two months. Daffodil shade of hair, emerald eyes—the main characteristics of the second strongest clan in Oqazia, Thèodred. And this person standing in front of me, is no other than the youngest man of their generation, Théodred Nikolai.

"Fiachra, a beauty that had graced the land of Hymir. Dancing under the glow of the moon, A mighty sword at hand, Ravens following her every grace. Mesmerizing the world with her might and bravery, A beauty that could overturn a war, A warrior that rides with the ravens, Fearlessly conquering the enemies. Guide Hymir with your comrades that soar the skies, Hymir your beloved land will forever prosper under your watch."

The flute's melody guided my steps, leading me deeper into a realm of mystery and wonder, where each breath held the promise of new enchantments waiting to be unveiled. As I ventured deeper into the mist-kissed realm, my senses remained attuned to every nuance of this enchanting world. It was then, through the delicate tracery of fog, that I glimpsed him – a figure perched on a thick branch, like a guardian of the woodland, framed by the vibrant hues of cranberry leaves. He sat with an otherworldly grace, his form seeming to meld seamlessly with the ancient tree. His features were ethereal, marked by the agelessness of the elven kind. Silvered hair cascaded in gentle waves, catching the firs

Then I saw them. A dozen black-cloaked warriors emerged from the trees, moving in unison, each one carrying the same insignia on their shoulder. And in front of them… Alpha Kael. “Father…” His blade was drawn, his eyes burning silver as he walked into the chaos without fear. “Late, but not dead,” he growled as he reached me. “You didn’t start the party without me, did you? I thought that you would be a little more weary about the enemies that were around.”

At the far end of the courtyard stood an older man with a scarred face and sharp eyes, Lord Dain. He stepped forward. “You claim to be the heir?” Rael stood tall. “I am.” Dain studied him, then scoffed. “We heard rumors of a lost prince. But rumors mean nothing in war.” Rael’s gaze remained steady. “Then let me prove it.” He reached into his cloak and pulled out a pendant, the sigil of the Cavareth line, an artifact only the royal bloodline could possess. Dain’s expression shifted. He reached for the pendant, fingers brushing its surface. Then, slowly, he nodded.

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

In the future. Someone scoffed and Aldric turned to realize that it was his other half-brother, Theodore, prince of the spring court and the least of his problems. He could defeat that one with a flick of his finger. Okay, maybe he was exaggerating. But Theodore was not a problem at all, just a waste of Fae air. "I think I want something right now as payment for the Orcs…." There was a glint in Aldric's eyes, excitement thrumming in his veins.