Thranduil Novels & Stories

“I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.” Luke followed my lead. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept Blake Wulfric’s election to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside him as his beta.” We touched our newly sliced palms to each other, and I could feel a physical bond being formed between us. Once the feeling passed, we separated, and the crowd cheered even more loudly than previously. I looked down to see that my palms were already healing due to the enhanced werewolf healing abilities. We went to join hands with our families, with the priest in the middle who led everyone in a chant. I could hear the crowd below c

Aelnith Eventide The Witch Queen Carmun had three sons. The Dain, Dub, and Dother. Each one was marked by terrible dark magic. It each one with different, dark gifts. Aelnith stood holding River, in the cover of a copse of trees. Where the Dain had been a hulking, foul monster, Dub was merely a shadow. That didn't mean that Dub was harmless or somehow a safer choice than the Dain, it merely meant his magic and darkness was that much more subtle and insidious.

Duri smilingly stated as she pouted her lips motioning to Threma to look at her back. Threma with furrowed forehead turned her head. To her surprise, she saw Glendo, one of Thregonad's valiant warriors standing so still, holding two pieces of silver rings on his hand and looking at her with pure love and affection.

His sword gleamed in the faint light. From the shadows emerged a figure draped in tattered black robes. His appearance was otherworldly—gaunt but commanding, with piercing silver eyes that seemed to glow faintly. His long hair, streaked with grey and white, cascaded down his back. He looked both regal and broken, as if he’d once been someone of immense power but had been stripped of it. “I am Eryndor,” the man said, his voice deep and resonant. “Keeper of the Obsidian Plains, though that title means little now.”

With her ice-blue eyes and beautiful brown hair, Queen Selene exudes grace and elegance. Prince Kohl as well. What shocks me the most is his appearance. I didn't think he would appear that pale, his skin appearing stark against the dark clothing. Like his father, he has dark hair, but in the torchlight, it takes on a dark, almost navy hue. Additionally, his eyes... As pure gold as his father's. An authentic Gahndor. The eyes of no other wolf are golden.

his eyes glow the bright blue of a moon elf, “You’ll never see your father ever again.” As I watch helplessly, I watch his face change into an all too familiar enemy. Thalan, the Elf King.

Uncle Ronald whispered furiously to me. "Noe," "Presumptuous!" One of the elf troop leaders shouted at me while brandishing his sword. Noe just by glancing at him made the Elven troop leader kneel down. "Isn't that the young man who caused trouble with Elder Uwit yesterday?" said one of the Elf warriors. “Right, it turns out that not only is he related to the Dwarf King, he is also related to our Goddess,” said another soldier. "Shut up!" shouted the leader of the Elf troop who was still kneeling facing Noe, they immediately became silent and stood up straight.

The next few days are more hectic than our previous routine. The elves are more alert and more protective, surrounding me when we travel. They don’t let me leave to take a bath by myself. It is always Balin who accompanies me when I wash myself in the nearby stream or river. The more time I spend with the three of them is beginning to give me an insight into their personalities. Idril is more abrupt and short tempered. Aldon is calmer but more wary. Balin is the more levelheaded of the three and has a calm temperament which makes him the most dangerous of the three. He’s also the oldest of them all, by his own admission.

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He smirked, and I looked over my shoulder and noticed several figures walking towards us. Three tall massive shapes, and one slightly shortened, but no less impressive. When the fog and distance cleared, I could see Arman and an older version of him. Then beside them a young man, impressive, and when Urien laughed, and his eyes flashed, getting the man's eyes to flash in return, I guessed that was Adam. Urien´s cousin, Talia Pendragon´s mate, and Dragnoir King. The shorter man´s eyes were impressive, hypnotizing red. His aged hair and slight lines at the edge of his eyes didn't diminish the power he exuded.