Alex The Elf Novels & Stories

"Mommy, I made a new friend! He resembles Dad and us. He could be my brother too!" He pointed to the boy in front of him, and my eyes widened as I took in the resemblance. The boy's features were unmistakable. He was Alex, Elsa and Mario's son. My heart skipped a beat. Elsa’s here. "Hi, ma'am!" Alex greeted me with a small smile. I waved, trying to compose myself, and patted his head. "How've you been doing, Alex?" I asked, kneeling beside them. Alex's eyes sparkled. "I'm good, thanks!"

“Alpha Alvize, Alpha of the Midnight’s Pack at Moscow. We have time to ask our questions later, but right now, we have a problem.” “A problem? I just hear that I have a brother and you are discussing ‘a problem’ with me?” I asked, trying to process everything that was happening right now. The man pulled his phone out, showing me a video and I frowned as I looked at the video that he showed me. The voice of a child sounded in the distance, and rather than the cemetery that had Ianos trying to breakout of it as he raged, he was now calm as he held onto the child.

Official 4 interjected, glancing between them. "I think I can help with that." They heard a new voice say and from the shadows, appeared a lanky male Elf holding a red and white fox along with a female human with a pixie cut and big male human with a scar on his face.

'What exactly are you? 'I am a wizard and Alexa is a tribrid: part witch, part vampire and part werewolf and that was why I was so sure earlier when you spoke of a third mate, that he would definitely be a werewolf!'

So why was this one so far from home? The elf turned, and Rhychard was right; the elf was younger; at least, younger than the elves Rhychard had seen. "Oh, my. It's you! It's really, really you." The elf's voice was higher than Kendalais's had been, and his hair and slanted eyebrows held a child's luster to them. The minute he turned and saw Rhychard, his face took on an excited glow, making Rhychard even more nervous. "This is an honor, indeed. Imagine me, a lowly apprentice, standing here in the flesh with the only human Warrior in history, Rhychard Bartlett. Oh my, oh my." The elf rubbed his palms together, and Rhychard suddenly felt like a turkey dinner in a room full of hungry relatives

I caressed his hair with a smile. “Then say, ‘Thank You’ to your Superhero.” I told him. “Thank you, Superhero. You were cool.” He showed Alexei a thumbs up. Alexei was smiling at him. My heart skipped a beat seeing his smile. It was the same smile I used to die to see in his lips for me. But today he was smiling so brightly that it was reaching his eyes. “You are most welcome, Dear. May I know your name, little youngman?” He asked in a jolly voice.

Steeling my heart and making a decision that may change my life forever, I look at Alpha Rex and nod. “I accept to be your fake mate.”

Dani reached out a hand as if to touch my face, causing me to lean down, but dropped it before it made contact, “Your eyes are red and you are behaving strangely,” “Is it because you know we have powers like you? Do you not like us any longer?” Axel’s bottom lip trembled. He looked like he was going to cry, “I want my daddy,” “Hey. None of that. I am not creeped out because you have powers. I’m happy,” my hands trembled from how excited I was. “You are?” My face lit up with a bright smile and my eyes went back to the old brown color or the color of Annabelle’s eyes.

Alex marveled at the beauty of it all, their mind a whirlwind of emotions. "Alex," a voice called out from behind them, breaking their reverie. Turning around, Alex saw a figure approaching. The newcomer was draped in robes that seemed to dance with an ethereal glow, their presence radiating an aura of wisdom and power. It was Alara, the sage who had first guided them on their journey. "Alara," Alex greeted with a warm smile, "it's good to see you." "And it is always a pleasure to see you, my dear champion," Alara replied, her voice gentle yet commanding. "You have brought hope and light to The Enchanted Realm. You are truly remarkable."

Cale said. "I painted it," Alex said. "Hard to forget." Elion walked to the counter. He reached out. He touched Alex's hand. "You're real," Elion said, tears sliding down his face. "I'm an echo," Alex said kindly. "But a loud one. What can I get you? The usual?" "Two sugars," Cale said. "Oat milk." "And a vanilla latte for the crybaby," Alex said, winking at Elion. "I missed you," Elion sobbed.