Thranduil Novels & Stories

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

Luka started, but Theoden spoke first. “I remember.” His voice was low, calm. But it hit the clearing like thunder. His warriors froze. Luka’s brow furrowed. “Remember what?” Darius, still catching his breath, frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?” Theoden inhaled slowly. Then—he looked them in the eye. “My name is Theoden.” Silence. A heavy, unnatural stillness. Luka took a step back. Darius let out a breath—a disbelieving, almost stunned laugh.

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

Something that does not belong to a stranger. She steps forward, lowering herself onto one knee in a silent gesture of respect. “I ask again,” she says, her voice steady but cautious. “Who are you? And why do you look at that child with such emotion?” The elf does not lift his gaze from Lynette. Instead, a soft, bittersweet smile tugs at his lips. His fingers tighten around her hand as if grounding himself. Then, finally, he speaks. “I am Eryndor Sylvaris, ruler of the White Elves,” he murmurs, his voice carrying the weight of his pain. He finally looks up, his golden eyes meeting Vivian’s with unwavering certainty.

Elves are taller than most people and the have the ethereal look and feel of beings who live very long lives. “Have you seen Thor?” I ask Madelyn. “Yes.” “Samlael is the Heimdall of Araphyra,” I tell her, before turning around. “Hey Sam!” “Alpha Cayden. It’s good to see you again. This must be the human that my Queen mentioned may be coming to visit,” he says, as I lead Madelyn over to meet him. “Samlael, this is Madelyn, my mate. Madelyn, this is Samlael.”

"We don't know who this person is; he always sends his messenger to deliver the message." "You risked your lives for a man who you've never even seen,” Thane commented, clearly amused by their stupidity “What is the name of his messenger?" "I don't know," the man said. Thane wasn't satisfied with that answer. He unsheathed his dagger, "Thorin—the messenger's name was... Thorin." The man stuttered out. "Good”, Thane says, retreating. “When was the last time you spoke to him?" "Three days ago, that had been before we got into this pack."

I shook my head, not sure if I should accept that he was my boyfriend or not. “Your Highness, you have to step back so I will take care of it from here….” Tyrion voiced out, showing up before us. He glanced at me, making a long face. What was the look all about? Sad that his Alpha was hurt or that I got another man after he betrayed me? I looked at the young man who smiled at me. “You shouldn't have done this—” that was all I could say. “He's the Alpha Prince…” “So am I, or you've forgotten?” he responded, causing an awe. “My name is Alpha Prince Kelvin. I am the Alpha Prince of the Snow Moon Pack.”

Before they could process in their thoughts what I exactly meant, a shadow behind the two warriors facing me came out. "I heard someone looking for me!" He was here. Orora was right. He was here as a slave. His looks had never changed. Dragons had the power to look young for millenniums, and the evidence was right in front of me. The four warriors surrounding me hastily faced him. Fear was all over their disgusting looks. "Thorin, it is nice to see you again!" He smirked. Even me, Thorin's human, he could recognize. "How do you know that I am Thorin?" I asked, sneering. Our eyes never left the warriors, waiting in shock. This was what we wanted. Frittering away the time for a while, making t

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.