Blood Elf Classes Novels & Stories

Yolanda and I alighted on the light elf terrain: Alien glimmers of the whitewashed, satin blue, finely featured elves, who towered over us in silken, slender forms, held out pearl gray mushrooms and glowing yellow fruits, circling us in a whirlwind as their crystal palaces and strange, arcane stone temples blurred as they fractaled. The tribe of Ljossalfar splintered like ice.

“You see, I’ve also been studying the beasts inhabiting the wilds of the Underworld. Just like how we classified the beasts in Glacia, I also classified the ones in this world. C-class and B-class beasts are commonly seen in the wild plains, lands, and forests. I’ve classified Class A beasts based on their hidden abilities. And S-class beasts are on a whole new level, as they belong to the higher-ranking demons. Each Demon Lord has their own pet, ride, or guard.” “Is Ruby’s dragon an S-class?” “It’s a class-A beast, Your Highness. S-class beasts are special … and so rare that only the Demon Lords could tame them.” “I see.” They made their way down the slope and found footstep trails on the g

Niusa kept informing them about the school as they navigated outside. “The four major classes can be recognized by the colors of their grimoires. The first class had green, the second class had blue, the third had purple, and the fourth had white.” “I see.” Malaika caught a male elf having a different color from a grimoire. “But what about that? It’s yellow.” “Those elves retained on the first class and could not advance because of their insufficient mana.” Malaika clicked her tongue. “They are even harsh to their own kind. I blamed the caste system for this.”

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

“Well, why don’t we team up and take on the boss together? I am sure between the four of us, we can handle it.” The smiles that lit up their faces when I offered was enough for me to know I did the right thing. Their characters were elves, which would come in handy in a boss fight. If their levels were high enough, they could carry out long-range attacks. Seeing they carried magical relics; I was sure they had already activated their magic. Elves were known for their healing abilities and magical abilities. Some were able to fight with close-range attacks, but most stuck with long-range, either by magic or bows and arrows.

I asked curiously "Yes" she nodded and said "Then teach me" I asked She looked at me and started telling me about the elf's "There are four types of elves the fire elves, the water elves, the air elves, and the earth elves, I am an air elf and you are a water elf... I don't know how water elves use their powers... I only know about mine" "So what can you do as an air elf?" I asked with a little bit of disappointment "As an air elf I can control tornados, hurricanes... I can control the air around us" she said

She's seen this before, I realize, and then I wonder which it had been; her home burning or the reactions of the elves who had been fed up. I grip Saelyna's hand instinctively, and the iden surges again, stronger than ever. Even Veesa is nothing more than a talking wolf, no less than these creatures with their annoying fangs and claws and flying spears. I snatch one out of thin air, as it sails toward us. For a second it is a matchstick in my grip, the next, I fashion it into a flying staff of flame, and send it right back, through the stunned Abomination that had hurled it. 'We are elves, Veesa,' I say distantly, like I'm reading a book, 'It is what we do'.

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.

A very powerful relic that enabled one locate mystically hidden places. He had found his uncle’s lair, but he could not enter because it was protected with an iron clad barrier by a necromancing fey, a very ancient and powerful spell. They elves were an ancient specie that were believed to be the very first of creation to walk the earth and its numerous planes, they were peace loving, very kind hearted, accommodating species that were born with supernatural abilities like magic from birth. The fey were a subcategory of elves, an ever-evolving specie.

If one died the other did as well. "Hard core," she mumbled. Skimming through the next couple of pages she passed by Necromancers, Leviathan and Vampires, stopping at the Elves. The bastards had their own realm. She'd known other dimensions were possible, but to have seen living proof of it was a jolt to the system. Elves were preternaturally strong and intelligent with incredible speed, easily outrunning a vampire or demon. They had keen senses, able to see clearly in the dark and could hear a heartbeat from miles away. Many were fiercely loyal to the old ways, punishing those that defied their laws.