Blood Elf Monarch Novels & Stories

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.

Queen Isle expressed, her body steaming angrily. "Well, my queen. I think you should listen to King Coleman. Seriously, you should consider yourself noteworthy for your labors. We have Six kingdoms which consist of the werewolves, the fairies, the humans, the elves, the vampires, and the dragon kingdoms. And all of them are lawfully under your great feet except for the kingdom of the elves. You have to be lenient yet tough... I wholly congratulate you on this victory, Queen Isle. Even your late spouse couldn't acquire as much as this," Beta Kappa intently raved and praised her.

Such high-ranking elves were nimble, adept at extricating themselves from any predicament. A hoarse, soft voice implored, "Help me... T-take me away from here." Unlike some, my ability to communicate hadn't withered in the wake of the enchantment. This marked the first encounter of my life with a member of the royal family. The elves of high status often resembled haughty oaks, concealing their turmoil beneath regal veneers. This girl, this royal, lay before me like a fallen log, despite her lineage. Even ensnared in my trap, she exuded majesty.

Elder Ivansaar This was the time for my people to rise above others. Yes, I am a Dark Elf. My family has been pure-blooded elves since the beginning. My dad practiced white magic but also dark magic. We have an allegiance to every dark elf in the realm. I am sick and tired of pretending I approve of the king's actions. I was one of the elders who opposed King Faelyn´s tournament. It was unheard of to have your successor selected by a tournament. It was something never done before.

Offend her people or threaten her place, and that gentle river becomes a flash flood. Elanil, Elf Princess of Elarithwood — Old as twilight on ancient oaks, Elanil glides through the palace clad in moon-thread gowns, her golden eyes reflecting centuries of elven patience. She speaks in riddles that seem harmless until the answers topple kingdoms. Time itself appears to bend politely around her, and younger concubines sometimes forget to breathe when she turns her gaze upon them.

James insisted. “Then that means the crystal is safe! Vampires can't take it, neither can we!” Drex said. "Hopefully so! It's just that there's a chance that someone could!” Rabbeca began to suspect. "Who?" Drex asked. “Azazel! Creatures said to be cursed elves!” James explained. "What the hell is he?" The older James began to explain what he knew about the elf nation. “The Elves are creatures from the heavens! That's what humans know! But I don't think it's heaven but another place which has a very beautiful realm! They have the power to control many things like the weather, time, and human memory!”

He translates in visions, in shadows in, pictures, and my eyes darken as if I am Being hypnotized and my consciousness is taken away- into flashes of memories translated in moments- The elves were the first. Their figures are tall and mighty, they are lean and agile. The oldest race in Valcane. Amongst them lived the faeries, small sprites in trees, and then the wolves. Their howls are loud as they reach for the moon. Alexander the Prime, the first Arc Wolf of Valcane. He comes in glimpses and from the moment I see his eyes, I know I am a part of him.

The weather had been better, which always put me in a better mood, so perhaps my enthusiasm had translated into the spells as I chanted them. "Yes, she wants to come alive. Something has called to her. Something is pulling her from the abyss. Her spirit wants to return and reclaim her body." "Really?" I asked, my heart racing and warmth radiating throughout my body. "Yes, I recommend a double batch this month. You're getting close." "Yes, please, I'll do anything!" My eyes brimmed with tears. I almost never cried, but my emotions were now going into overdrive. My wolf wanted to come back. She wanted to return. This was actually happening!

It’s good that we’re here. Kaylani begins telling us that the most recent dragons that they have found are hybrids, all of them having some other apex predator’s DNA in their system. They’ve identified what they think is Liekki’s Lycan DNA, some polar bear shifter that Tana knows, and then Kaylani looks at Merethyl. “Your brother is the Elf King now, correct?” “Yes, that is correct, why?”