Novel & Cerita Bernard The Elf X Reader

"11/09/2020, I married him, yes the man I loved so much, he knelt down and asked me to marry him even though I thought it was old fashioned I still said yes. We got married at a church and was attended by nobody.... Lol. His mother wasn't pleased with our Union but she did welcome me in, even though I didn't feel it. I stopped writing since I have the man of my dreams with me, I must say that he is so great in bed much more than Xander (Elsa's lover in my book), it's funny cause I haven't....." I quickly closed the book when I saw somebody approaching me. "What do you have there?" He asked, he looked exactly like Damon but nicer and he even smiled. "I have been looking at you from far and it

"Oh yeah? Then what are you guys then if Nate is a vampire?" "Dan and I are wolves." Ren answered. "Fred is a warlock and Ace is an Elf." Santa's helper says what? I roamed my eyes at each and every one of them. They all have the same hard look on their faces as if they wanted to take a dump. That was why I couldn't stop the laughter that erupted from me. I backed away and sat on my bed as I continued to laugh. Tears had formed in my eyes so I started to wipe them away with my finger. When I looked up, they still had the same look on their faces.

I frowned because it wasn't common to see an elf as a guardian. “Is something wrong?” the elf asked, and the feline laughed. “She must be wondering what you're doing here, Samir,” the feline said and looked at me calmly. “I'm Renzo; this is Jackson, and the silent one is Cal.” The vampire nodded, as did the bear, and the elf looked at me with raised eyebrows. “I'm a guardian; that's why I'm here,” the elf said, and Jackson laughed. “I'm a guardian with medical knowledge.”

Learning. Then I felt it. A presence behind me. Cold fingers brushed my aura. I spun— Too late. A hand clamped around my wrist, magic flaring sharp and invasive. The elf holding me was different—older, eyes marked with runes burned into the skin. “A ward-bearer,” he breathed reverently. “They weren’t lying.” “Let. Her. Go.” Fenrir’s voice wasn’t loud. It was worse than that. The elf smiled. “Careful, prince. One wrong move and—”

Most of the pages in the front were smudged too terribly to read anything but once it became legible, I started to shake with happiness. It was a story book! Eagerly I began reading the first story that wasn't destroyed. MY mouth dropped open in wonder at this finding. It was a shadow elf storybook, and a very old one. Page after page I flipped through the words absorbing every word that I could. The stories were full of ghastly creatures similar to the ghoulcat and the heroes of ancient Gwathendor who fought them. And their lady loves that they saved along the way. Soon enough I was hunched over the bed with the little book in my lap and my head in the clouds.

Bernard began to ask. I nodded. Bernard had many abilities, but reading minds was always his favorite. He can’t read the minds of other elders, but he can read the minds of any human and any vampire. It was a cool ability and was very useful at times. The goddess Nyx gifted him well. But at that moment, Bernard leaned in, his eyes locked on mine, and he said, “I can’t read Tessa’s.”

Another encrypted conversation appeared before disappearing again as she chased whatever trail she’d found. I honestly had no idea how she kept up with any of it. She’d been doing this for hours without slowing down. Suddenly… Her fingers stopped moving. She stared at the screen for several long seconds before slowly leaning back against my chest. “Oh.” One word. One tiny little word. But I’d already learned that whenever Elena said “oh”… Someone else’s day was about to get considerably worse. She tipped her head back enough to look up at me. “Evidently Bernard has recruited more people.” Her expression wasn’t worried. If anything… She looked amused. I glanced down at her laptop before looki

As a sorcerer? Madeline was speechless again. Bernard, usually so icy in photos, was surprisingly lively in texts. She did not respond to his question but merely stated, [I'll sketch your character after the promo shots are done.] Bernard did not respond that time. … It was not that Bernard did not want to answer. Yahir had swiped his phone. "What's got you so hooked?" Yahir asked, getting a shock as he peered over. "Sis? You're calling someone sis?"

Maybe if there is a second-hand book on sale, there might be hope but I don't have time to visit those shops as well. I took the book and I laid down on a sofabed and I laid down there. The window is open and I can see the moon shining brightly and the stars. I opened the book and I started to get swallowed by the story. I am too drawn to the story and not noticing my surroundings. I am very swept with the Character of Elena Devereux who is a very cool female protagonist who is a slayer of rogue vampires and a top-rank guild hunter.

he asked, glancing around at his friends. “I will!” Elara said, holding the notebook tightly. She began reading, her voice steady and full of life as she brought Lira’s story to life. The group listened intently, captivated by the vivid imagery and heartfelt emotions woven into the narrative. As Elara read about Lira’s adventures—the challenges she faced and the friendships she formed—the fire crackled, and the night air felt charged with energy. Jace could almost hear the whispers of the woods echoing in the background, as if the spirits themselves were listening to their tale.