Yennefer Novels & Stories

He stands before the cave's entrance, ready to face the guardian with the support of his loyal friends. Inside the cavern, they encounter the phoenix, its feathers ablaze with brilliant hues of orange and gold. It unleashes waves of searing flames, testing their agility and teamwork. Amelia uses her magic to create protective barriers, while Aphelion swifts through the air, striking with calculated precision. Fenrir taps into the power of the Moonstone, using its energy to enhance his strength and agility.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

Sebastian said when Arthur pointed toward the Royal black gown. Serenity looked at hybrids impressed and they all gave thumbs up. "He is definitely talented!" She chuckled. Angel finally got up and selected a beautiful dark blue gown for her. "Finally, they are done." Sebastian said over dramatically. "No matter humans or supernatural, girls are girls!" "No! We are not done yet." Angel scolded him. "We have one more girl in our family now..." Serenity frowned at her confused. "Who?" "Valerina!" Angel replied with a sweet smile.

Her voice was calm but carried the weight of command. "First, I'd correct that statement. Not your children... They are the royal sextuplets. The quicker you get used to this term, the quicker it’ll hurt more," she said, continuing, “I am Yennefer of BloodClaw, known as Old Lady Yenn. I served as Alpha King Axel’s nanny, chaperone, and attendant since the day he was born.” She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing, her tone as cutting as a blade.

I dialed Bluebird’s number from the new phone. Jennifer Yang was the most brilliant hacker I knew. She was even better than Jack. She was a silver spoon baby and worked for nobody. We met in college and she did everything for me that I couldn’t do through Jack or didn’t want them to know about. “Hey, Bluebird,” I said when she answered. “Hey Jericho. What do you need?” She was always straight to the point and a no-nonsense type of woman. I smiled.

The soothing voice of a man then appeared himself in front of her. At first sight, Uneece’s jaw almost dropped. The man before him was breathtakingly beautiful. He stood 6 feet tall, and he was glowing before her eyes. Another thing that stood out the most was the high-pointed ears. She guessed that he was an elven. Because of his breathtaking beauty, her throat became so dry. She cleared her throat at the captivating man before him. “I’m Uneece. What is your name?” “Ferrien.” “Thank you for saving me.”

I think his name is Luirlan. ‘Yes, it is,’ Yhen says in our mind space. I sigh, loving the feel of him in my head and me in his. “Yes, Luirlan, he did,” I say, turning in Yhen’s arms and pulling the v-neck of my elvish dress aside for him to see. “That’s beautiful,” he says, reverently. I hear someone chuckling behind me and I turn to see Vaeril. “If you think that’s nice, Luirlan, you should see Kenna’s mark on King Yhendorn.”

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.

“The mages?” “Yes,” Elara nodded. “They are known for healing that goes deeper than the flesh. My sister’s daughter is a powerful mage, a Seer. She can see the movements of the soul before the body even moves. She will be of great help in the coming war.” “We will wait for them,” Kael said. Once the business was done, Kael didn't lead me back to the castle. Instead, he took a side path that wound deeper into the ancient forest surrounding the Blackthorn fortress.

​Slowly, he rose to his full height and commanded, "Explain." ​The priests exchanged nervous, sweating glances until Elder Vareth finally gathered the courage to step forward. "My lord," he stammered, "three disciples entered the courtyard, and only this ash and empty robes remained. We know one was a high-status prodigy, yet... none of the witnesses can recall his face or his name. And... this servant was present." ​Nysera. The name immediately surfaced within Malzareth's thoughts—the failed experiment, the ongoing mystery, the child born with pure golden blood. His gaze hardened slightly. "Continue," he ordered.