A Serenade To The Elf Queen Novels & Stories

The witch’s enchantment did not feel like sleep. It felt like drowning in warm, dark honey. My thoughts thickened, my limbs turned to stone, and a seductive whisper coiled through my mind, promising that surrender was peace, that struggle was pain. Across the room, I saw Kaelen on one knee, his mighty frame trembling not with weakness, but with the Herculean effort of resisting the pull of oblivion. His wolf was fighting, but magic was a foe it could not rip apart with fangs.

He smiled gently. “Only to the world.” Silas whispered, “Ma’am…” “Yes,” Elara said. “I see him.” She didn’t blink. “Hello, Father.” He leaned back in the chair a little. “There she is,” he said. “My Iron Queen.” Seraphina looked up from the floor, shaking. “Why? Why would you do this to us?” He didn’t look at her. His eyes stayed on Elara. “Did you enjoy your break?” he asked calmly. “Playing small. Hiding.”

And so, she let her mother guide her down the rock and off it, before they headed back to their rented cottage at a little forest not very far from the heart of the city. And while she lay on her mother's laps that night, at the balcony of the little cottage, awaiting her father who was away for a meeting with the Alpha King, little Carida watched the stars in the dark night and full moon, smiling enthusiastically as her mother caressed her silky black hair and told her the tale of the renowned 'Moonlight Serenade' that had started at the waterfall of Elgarion, several decades ago. A mysterious serenade it was. One that was also renowned as 'the dance of the goddess' as time went on.

Ceci nodded and left, clearly dying of curiosity. Once she was sure Ceci was gone, she reached for the box and untied the silk ribbon. Inside the box was a single tulip and a note beside it. Picking up the note, she unfolded it. “You’ve been on my mind. Looking forward to seeing you again.” -A. Without her consent, the corners of her lips turned up. Catching herself, she realized with daunting clarity that Alex was dangerous. He was making her feel things she had sworn she would never feel again.

She said, "I'm happy to finally meet you, Kennedi. My name is Evern. I'm the current Elf Queen." I was in shock. I said, "Elves? I didn't think you actually existed. But that would explain the very pointy ears. I thought you guys were a myth.” "Of course we exist. We aren’t creatures made by fiction. Come here." She said. I said, "I can't climb that tall tree." And then she sent the little elves down to surround me and on her command, they lifted me all the way up to where she was sitting. She was sitting on such a sturdy branch.

It had taken us two days to make the journey there, but with my increased stamina and our determination to get home as soon as we could, we made it back to Aspen's glade just as the Ivory Court were beginning their nightly proceedings the following evening. As we took our place in the crowd, Queen Neva spotted us and beckoned us forth with an excited smile. “Move aside,” she ordered. “The wolves have returned.” The crowd parted for us, and we stood in front of her. She craned her neck to look at the crowd behind us. I knew she was looking for Samson, and I knew she would be disappointed. “Well,” began Queen Neva, “did you find him?” “Yes, your majesty,” I replied. “We did find the elf elder,

The sky above Flora Island was so black. Dark clouds rolled in to cover the sun. The sea wind blew so hard that it made waves and big storms on the sea surface. The Elf Queen’s straight purple and green hair with wavy ends fluttered in the wind. The pair of emerald green eyes belonging to the Elf Queen, Lena Omanelis, looked up at the sky anxiously. She bit her blood-red lips nervously. She rubbed her skin which was as pale as snow which had been feeling goosebumps ever since.

Bernie held out his hand. There are beautiful women in the world, all of them couldn’t hold a candle to the winged perfection in the chair. She dressed in the colors of autumn, a vibrant display of yellow, gold, and orange. Her ancient cadence charmed all. “My name is Elphame and I am the queen of the Seelie. Fairy is your name for us,” a slight hint of insult came attached to the last statement. Bernie straightened his tie, “Please forgive me, your majesty. I will use the word Seelie regarding your people from now on,” he took a deep breath, “Could you explain what happened?”

Preparations would usually start several years in advance, and the Elves would inevitably show a whole new look to Leila's major forces. The time for the Elves’ sacrificial ceremony was getting closer and closer. The whole clan was busy. Inside the tallest tower, a woman with pointed ears and exuding a mature charm was standing on the top floor, looking at her busy tribe below. She was Isa, the Elven Queen who changed the fate of the Elves. Invitations had been sent to all Leila's major forces, and everyone had replied positively. The Elves were still not very strong in Leila. They were only average.

I offered my hands towards King Priam, who gladly offered. The people of ElfLand were shocked to see a Wizard and Witch before them, but they have accepted as soon as they heard that King Praim is here to offer help. Now the portal is being opened and secured by our guards to keep an eye on and record every person who passes through. Junnie, offered her help too as Jennifer stood beside me. Now the time for the final announcement-" And now, I am proud and honoured to announce that you all have found your new queen of Paradise."