Black Clover Elf Novels & Stories

It would be bad to displease them. These were my thoughts as I stood outside the school he attended, like a love-stricken puppy. I wore a peach summer dress, contrary to what vampires would usually wear but who cared? I’ve always been a sucker for bright colors. And we were in the Elven Kingdom, not the Kingdom of darkness and Zoraidas… “Hey,” I looked back at who called me, only to see a good-looking Elf smiling and flashing me his set of whites. His hair was like Gerald’s in the Witchers, long to the bridge of his shoulders, a black and gold shade mixed together.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The elf looks at me and smiles while touching my leg. I start to think that he might have read my mind, so to prove that is the case, I think about his hand moving up to my pussy. He blushes but conforms to my thinking and gets his hand under my skirt and puts it on my pussy. I get instantly wet, so when the elf feels that he starts playing with my clit. The elve notices what is happening as she can read minds as well, and she decides to get her fingers inside my pussy as deep as she can, then get them out and lick them.

I nod, swallowing hard. Clover steps forward and hands me a box. “Open it, bro.” Inside is a framed photo of our family. All of us. “How did you... ?” She smiles. “AI model I built. I fed it our photos.” Emily leans in. “It looks just like you all together.” “It does,” I say softly. Grandma Turner holds up hers. “I got one too.” I stand, emotion thick in my throat. “You’re a Blackwood,” I tell Clover. “Can you believe that?”

She then motioned her head to the right, signaling the elf to quickly move out. "That took longer than I expected. I almost fell asleep." Jim commented with a yawn as he stood up and stretched his arms. "But I'm glad to see you again, May!" He walked towards her with a mischievous smile. Once he got closer to her, he was suddenly greeted with a dark cloak harshly thrown right in his face. "Geez, could you just give it to me nicely like a kind loving lady." The elf complained. "Which I am not." Mayari replied. "The cloak is similar to mine, casted with invisibility magic. Use it to stay out of sight."

The sound of his flesh making contact with the door rings through the house but the one who hears it is someone that he does not suspect. A little dark elf answers the door. She has pure snow-white hair and even pure white eyes. She looks up and notices that it’s the king. She points her finger at him. “Hey! You are special king elf!” Quickly, she bows out of respect. Then she hears a voice the rumbles within the living room of the cottage. “Hey, Mina. Why do you go play at your aunt’s house.” The strong female voice rises through the space. “Okay mommy!” The little elf rushes through th trio in front of her and begins to go the house across the street. Once she is gone, the elf that owns th

He returns to his horse to finish preparing. Before I had the chance to finish saddling my horse, I heard footsteps approaching me. Turning around I see a man, or somewhat a man, standing there beside me. Past his long brown wavy hair and bright blue eyes I can see short pointed ears, so he had to be an Elf of some kind. His chiseled chin would make the girls in my college class absolutely swoon. He wore a black cloak with accented bright blue markings around the collar and boots that matched, the whole set up really suited him. He takes a few steps toward me as I back away. “My,” He begins, a smirk present but trying to hide, “, what a misfortune that a stone such as that shall fall upon yo

“I’m heir-apparent to the McCrory Coven, and we control the Baelic realm.” Despite the chill going down her spine, North rejected the demonstration. “That has to be some kind of trick. An optical illusion and nothing more.” Orin stepped forward next, pushing the long black hair behind his ears and down his back. The gesture revealed pointed ears. “I’m Orin Aelfryck, a dark elf of the Fae realm.” She arched her brow in skepticism. “That can be makeup and prosthetics. What’s your magic power, dark elf?”

My life ends here. "Good of her…" I heard Elf's voice and turned to her in anger, but was shocked at what my inner eyes saw. She had the face of one of the strongest demons in history; a lengthy canine, bloody red eyes, long claws, there were even thorny wings; two horns were also on her head. I trembled and screamed, pointing at her, but just then, I was slammed and it made me fall into unconsciousness... Could it be true?? Elf a demon??

James mused. "No! He didn't even touch her! I saw him take her soul!" "Did you see his face?" "No, he was wearing a black robe. But the aura... it felt somewhat akin to an elf." "I don't want to speculate, but if that thing really is an elf, we’re in serious trouble." "The darkness coming from him is overwhelming," Rebbeca added. "Have you ever heard of a Cursed Elf?" James asked. "No. I didn't know such things existed."