Blood Elf Monarch Novels & Stories

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”

When I woke up again,three days had already passed. The moment I opened my eyes,I saw Ignis's handsome face hovering over mine.Seeing the deep,dark circles under his eyes,my heart ached.I reached up and stroked his cheek. "Elena!You're finally awake!"Ignis shouted in elation."Shaman!Hurry,come in and check on her!" "Elena,you have given birth to the first healthy beastman royal heir.You are now the Beast Queen."The Grand Druid bowed to me with utmost respect.

“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?”

Seated at their head of the table is their royal highness, the Crown Prince Evan, accompanied by several members of the Royal Family and trusted officials of Enchantia. To the left, the elves, tall and ethereal, exude an aura of calm authority. Their garments are woven from fine, shimmering fabrics that seem to flow like water, adorned with natural motifs of leaves and flowers. At their table area sat their very own King and Queen, along side the Crown Princess of Elves and their Great Royal Priestess of Nature. Across from the elves, the mermaids stood, their scales glistening in the soft light, reflecting multiple shades of blues and greens. They wear delicate crowns of seashells and pearl

Naimh could see she would have to build a level of trust between the people of the High Kingdom and those beyond the reaches of palace rule. Beluar had removed his helmet, revealing two serious, but kind, deep brown eyes, streaks of silver ran through dark, walnut-colored hair, and a deeply scarred chin. "Lord Beluar, welcome," Niamh greeted the elflord respectfully. The lord looked side to side, then back to Niamh. "Who are you?" Lord Beluar demanded, a slight flicker of annoyance in his furious, almond-shaped eyes. "I'm the Queen," Nimah said firmly. The room fell silent.

"Years passed by, and she grew up to be a beautiful woman, just like our mother. A few weeks after her twenty-third birthday, she came home with King Father and said she would be leaving with him. I was shocked to hear this. But King Father had assured me that he was going to make her immortal. This made me even more confused. I had no idea how she got to know King Father. And what I don't understand was why would King Father only make her immortal? What about me? What about my family?" "And that was the last time you've heard from her?" "No, I usually receive a letter from her. She writes about how happy she is with her immortality." "A letter? How?" asked Sean in bewilderment. "FedEx or a

“Are you boys following so far? I won’t go into great detail on the fairy and elf realms.” “Yes father, mythical creatures all live with the fairies. Besides the dragons,” I say. “Why is that,” asks Owen. “We will get to that shortly. The elves have also always lived in their own realm as well. It’s basically one giant forest where they coexist with nature. The current royal family consists of King Bjarki Nightthorn, his queen Ivy, they’re both reaching almost 700 years old, and their son Aspen who is 300 years old. Basically Aspen is about your age in our years,” explains dad. “As for our realm, shifters, witches and warlocks chose to stay and live with humans since we can blend in easily.

Milton confirmed to the Arch-Mage. “Sarya had to be an Ambassador because the Snow Elf Queen is a bitch and is only interested in her harem of males,” Hudde replied to Ayla. Atlas chuckled. “The Shadow Elf King from Tuhai is a tyrant to his people. I think he would be the perfect mate for your Snow Elf Queen.” Eude laughed. “Are you trying to start a war between two continents?”

He looked strong, but he was just a bully who hid behind his guards. "I won't embarrass you, Alpha," I said, my voice clear in the quiet morning. "But I won't forget you either." His eyes narrowed. He didn't like the tone. He took a step forward, but the carriage door opened, and a man in a heavy silver coat stepped out. The Lycan King's envoy. The man was tall, with pale skin and eyes that looked like yellow glass. He didn't look like a wolf. He looked like something older. Something that didn't care about pack politics.

"This afternoon, the rulers of the other Kingdoms began to arrive." My mate warned me and I sighed. This is one of our fears because until now I hadn't come face to face with beings with the same or similar levels of power as Soren, Victor, and Ghost. "Do you know who the first ones will be?" I asked, trying to prepare myself psychologically for my possible reactions. "The Elven Kingdom, Lord and Lady Elyon Wysabel," Victor replied. "After them, the Lords of Yasmerhil should arrive, it's a kingdom made up mostly of dwarves," Soren informed.