A Serenade To The Elf Queen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She demanded with her voice sweet as nectar but strong as an old tree. "We have a feeling that she is what Mydia told us about, my Queen. We found her in the form of an animal but later she morphed into the female she now is." She explained and the Queen nodded. She stood up from her seat and with utter grace walked in front of me. "I am Sylva, the Queen of the Elves." She introduced herself. "Who are you and what are you doing on our lands?" She asked, her tone nothing but polite. "My name is Seraphina. I came from the kingdom of werewolves, Zyrenia. I am here to ask you for a favor, Elf Queen." I answered.

Enough to remind her that no matter what this place wanted to twist, they were still them. At least, she hoped so. The grand doors opened with a low groan, revealing the Queen’s throne room. It was nothing like she’d imagined. Soft light spilled from the stained-glass ceiling, bathing the black marble floor in shades of red and gold. The air shimmered faintly with magic. And there she sat—Seraphine—beautiful, cold, and smiling like sin itself. “My son,” she purred. “And his… charming little bond.” Elara stiffened at the venom hidden in the Queen’s tone.

By midnight, guards reported ghosts walking the halls—pale echoes of the dead from the feast, eyes fixed on the queen. Seraphine was coming. Elara barricaded the solar. Lit circles of salt and silver. Waited. At the stroke of three, the largest mirror rippled. Seraphine stepped through. Not fully solid—translucent at the edges, but real enough to touch. She wore the wedding gown, stained with old blood. Face identical. Voice full of hate. “You promised we’d kill him together,” she said. “We did.” “You promised survival.” “I survived.” Seraphine circled her.

Ever. “You hit me, for her.” He stared at me in disbelief. “I might have lost half of my powers, but make no mistake, father, you are no match for me.” I stated calmly, letting the anger fade away slowly. I clenched and unclench my fist. “I am the Elf King, and you know what that mean. By now, you should also know that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. We have reached a moment of peace in our relationship, father and you should not disrupt it. Eloise is here to stay. She is mine, and I am hers. I have done my duty as the King to the people, put their needs above mine, your needs too,” I gave him a pointed look, “but now, I am going to be very selfish with my happiness. She is my happin

They walked right past Violet as if she wasn't there. Violet stumbled away, struggling to move properly in her heavy pearl-laden gown, and watched Curzon, Dalyla, and Caiphas take hold of the elves. Their fangs sunk into the necks of their victims. An eerie quiet fell on the hall as the entire room drank. Violet looked around, trying not to throw up. "What is this?" she murmured.

The Elf Queen sat on her throne, and her hair turned white in a single night. She summoned me into the throne hall and gave me three orders. First — make Damien Thorne stop burning the sacred trees. Cry, beg, kneel, seduce, murder. I don't care how. Second — find the real traitor. The day Sera disappeared, only the elves knew where she was going — but Damien's enemies got to her first. Someone in our race sold her. Find that person, and Sera lives. Third — come home alive. "Elara, if you die at Damien's hand, my line ends with you. But if you don't go — our race won't last three months." She paused. "So you go. You live. You win."

Eventually, we reached a tall double-door carved with starlit symbols. The guard knocked twice. A soft voice responded from within. “Enter.” He opened the door and stepped aside so that I was made to walk into the room alone. ** Queen Serana sat beside a long window overlooking the city of Elarion. Moonlight washed over her, turning her silver hair into a soft halo and her white gown into liquid night. She didn’t look like royalty. She looked like a prophecy. “Ava Varyn,” she said, standing up with effortless grace. “Walk with me.”

She strode to Chu Xun and bent down in an unequivocal one-knee kneel – the highest form of respect that Elves could ever show. “What is going on, Elder Su?” said Chu Xun, although he made no attempt to lift Su Lianyi up. Su Lianyi’s gesture of respect for him was one that he gladly accepted. “Please, Chu Xun. We implore your assistance to help Her Grace the Queen,” begged Su Lianyi. Chu Xun knew this was coming. It was no secret that the Queen of Elves was now incarcerated in a magical enchantment and the magic of enchantments was coincidentally the bread and butter of Chu Xun’s craft.

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.