A Serenade To The Elf Queen Novels & Stories

Then another voice spoke, softer, from behind the line of hunters. “Enough.” The elves shifted as a woman stepped forward. She was tall, her silver hair bound in intricate braids, her robes shimmering like woven starlight. Her presence was commanding, yet not cold. Her gaze fell on Kaelen, and something in her expression—sorrow, perhaps, or regret—made him shiver. “Lower your bows,” she ordered. The hunters obeyed, though reluctantly. The golden-haired elf frowned. “Lady Serenya—” She silenced him with a raised hand. “I will hear them first. If the boy is truly what I fear, we cannot let blind hatred decide his fate.”

Once they were all settled, Seranda could see the satisfactory smile on the faces of the elders as they stared at her then back to her supposed groom. “Today not only shall you be engaged to the mate chosen for you, but you shall be crowned as Queen of the lycan kingdom” elder Fern announced. Seranda was not moved by her words but every other person was cheering and so happy for her sake. Seranda, you have to repeat after the priest” elder Fern whispers when he say Seranda was not paying attention.

She looked between Garry and Elfreda. "You're right," said Rosalina with a hesitating nod. "I think we should." Alessa lifted her hand to producing a cerulean light and drew a circle, ringing them inside. "I'll be creating a barrier to prevent voices echoed to the outside before we begin talking." The cerulean light spread wider and higher until it enveloped four grown elves inside. Once the light reached the ceiling, Alessa turned to look at Elfreda and Garry with an austere countenance that none had ever seen before.

Will an ointment give me the second sight only to have my eyes plucked out in vengeance for using it to my budding business’s advantage? How many elves will cobble my high heels, is cream and lavender buds enough to suffice for the nissir? How does my story end, oh fairy queen? What does your queenly heart bestow upon a mortal like I? How could I ever rule a land of mercurial Ariels and Calibans, spirited away like a Miyazaki film, am I Tam Lin or Janet in this tale? Trapped or freed? Why is my mind a marauder and my body saintly?

The memory depicted what happened the day the Humans and the Fox clan were besieged by the Serpent clan. The streets ran red with blood, and corpses were piled up like mountains. Dragging my wounded, battered body, I stripped off my cloak and kneeled before Severin Fangborn, the Serpent King. Guiding his hand to my cheek, I said in a seductive tone, "I am willing to serve you, Your Majesty." The Serpentkin soldiers behind us guffawed.

She innocently introduced the two men with her angelic voice. “Oh my!” Juviana flustered and gasped. Her complexion fell. “We– we greet the lion king Your Highness Ibrahim and the wingsman king Your Highness Ali.” Karam and Lumia immediately got on their knees and greeted them. “My name is Duke Karam and this is Marquis Lumia. Please forgive us for being late in introducing our names.” “Hello.” Ali and Ibrahim nodded once. Juviana nodded as well but immediately bowed when facing Shadow. “My name is Juviana Stelon. I am the Queen of Elf. Greeting to King Ali and King Ibrahim as well.”

“I can hear them.” Everyone turned toward her. “What do you hear?” Elara asked. Seren closed her eyes. “Voices.” “How many?” “Thousands.” Her face became pale. “They're scared.” Elara stood. “Can you understand them?” Seren nodded slowly. “They're asking for help.” “From whom?” Seren opened her eyes. “You.” Elara's heart sank. Auren looked concerned. “That shouldn't be possible.” Elara stared at the ancient tree. The silver leaves began moving despite the absence of wind.

Giant birds made of glowing wind circled above, singing songs of welcome. One of the young magic children pointed their staff, and a large tree near the gate burst into beautiful pink flowers. The petals fell gently around Queen Delilah and her pups. The youngest child among the performers floated into the air, shining with golden light, and called out, "Welcome back, Queen Eleora! Welcome, Queen Delilah! The throne awaits you!" Tears filled Queen Eleora’s eyes. She held Delilah's hand tightly. Aunt Kala smiled warmly and wrapped her arm around one of the pups. The air was full of music, laughter, and bright, happy magic.