Thranduil Novels & Stories

Instantly, all eyes shifted from me to the newcomer. The warriors and the small crowd of onlookers immediately turned and bowed deeply as the man approached. Lifting my eyes, I saw a young man with an air of undeniable charisma. His spiky brunette hair, square jaw, and deep blue eyes exuded a quiet strength. Despite his imposing presence, I found it hard to believe he could be the Dark Lord. Beside him stood a younger boy, whose face seemed like it had been meticulously sculpted to perfection, radiating a similar aura of authority.

As I approached, a figure emerged from the shadows—a towering guardian with eyes like molten gold. "I am Eryndor, Guardian of the Relic," the figure intoned, his voice resonating through the clearing. "Who dares to possess the Amulet of Fenrir?" I stepped forward, my heart pounding. "I am Emily Hawthorne, and I seek to use the amulet to protect Silverwood Falls and its people." Eryndor's gaze bore into me, his expression inscrutable. "To wield the power of the amulet, you must prove your worth. Face your deepest fears and confront the shadows within your soul. Only then will you be deemed worthy."

“Jeez, that sounds horrible. But it confirms what you thought: a two-step ritual of some kind.” “Yes. And that chain is like iron forged in hell. It’s thick as my wrist, and it’s got pikes on the inside where it wraps around Kujo’s neck.” “That’s frigging awful.” Amy nodded, grimacing. “That’s why he hates Price so much, his bare voice is enough to upset him. You should see the scarred wounds all around Kujo’s throat. It’s like the chain’s been burning him all these years.” “Sounds like what the Ring of Power did to Frodo.” I sighed, shaking my head. “See why I wanna set it free?”

This was a crucial revelation for Eryndor, who had found the perfect ally for his perilous plan. Lirien was absent from work that day, having been taken to Arinthal's hut. When she returned, she was drunk and exhausted, bearing the trauma of her experience. Eryndor's eyes narrowed, his determination growing stronger. He knew he had to act soon to free Lirien, George's family, and the entire island from Arinthal's grasp. George had been working for Arinthal since his family was hostaged by Arinthal. George was fine man but Arinthal made him so cruel and stubbon

As his eyes scanned the photograph, a sly smirk gradually crept onto his lips. Meanwhile, back in the mystical realm, word had spread like wildfire about a group of daring teenagers who had managed to sneak into the human world. This unsettling news reached the ears of the king seated on his imposing throne. The king, known as Devlin Blackwood, was more than just the ruler of this enigmatic realm; he was Thorian's late father's brother. Since the untimely passing of Thorian's father, Devlin had taken it upon himself to care for Thorian alongside the boy's mother. Despite his efforts to be a father figure, Thorian insisted on addressing him as "uncle" rather than "father," a choice that didn'

Certainly not. "My son, Theoden, is a year older. He sustained an injury when he was a kid which resulted in him staying back at home for an entire year. But it was for the best because he joined his sister the next year. He loves science and sports and over the years, he has won so many trophies. But don't worry, you'll love him"

It was as if she had a needle stab right through her. She was face to face with the man that chased her all the way from the alley. He looked disgusting under the yellow light. Willow assumed his teeth were a dark shade of yellow but under the light they looked brown with spots of black. His black eyes narrowed ,as he squinted at her . His long beard and dirty brown hair blew wildly in the wind. He looked as if he was a washed up pirate and this made Willow shiver. The only things he missed was an eye patch and a wooden stump for a leg.

I looked at both men, wondering how to get out of this. Unfortunately, the strange man spoke. “I am Olpheus, the last pure blood of the Elves.” he announced, stepping closer to me and my heart raced. “I have come to take my beloved home.” He smirked at Ian It was the wrong thing to say. Ian’s eyes twitched, and he snarled at me, “You whore, so this is what you have been doing? Sleeping around … sleeping around with monsters behind my back?” whore? My mouth parted in disbelief and my brain lagged.

Ethan and Lyra stood slightly behind their children, their presence providing an invisible, crushing wall of authority that gave absolute confidence to the young prince. From the northern forest edge, a dozen large, heavily fur-clad figures emerged from the tree line. At their head walked Chieftain Torin Iron-Foot—a towering, grizzled warrior whose long white beard was braided with ivory beads, his face covered in battle scars, and his dark eyes hardened by decades of brutal northern winters.

Sera sent word through a channel I didn't know she had access to. The mountain settlement elders. Three of them. Old wolves. Older than Sable In the way they moved through space. She looked at me when she came through the door. The other two I didn't know. A man. White haired,so lean the bones of his face were the primary geographic feature of it. Eyes that were the darkest brown I had ever seen in a wolf. Almost black. His name was Thane. The third eldest was a woman,who was small. The kind of small that had nothing