Blood Elf Novels & Stories

A veil of shadow, a simple but potent illusion, still clung to their features, obscuring them in a personal twilight. Delicate, pale fingers rose to the cowl of the cloak. With a careful, almost reverent tug, she pulled the hood back. The clinging shadow dissolved like mist in the sun, revealing a woman of striking, ageless beauty. Her hair was the color of dark ink, a stark contrast to her alabaster skin. Her light brown eyes, flecked with shimmering gold, remained fixed on the ground. But it was the graceful, tapered points of her ears that stole my breath. An elf. Here.

From the shadow of the ancient pines, a figure emerged with a silence that defied the roaring gale. It was Soren, the lead guard of the Forest Elves. He moved with the fluid, lethal grace of a predator born to the woods, his leather armor dark and slicked by the rain. His pointed ears were flat against his head to track the sounds of the valley, and his silver-rimmed eyes carried the deep, sorrowful wisdom of a being who had watched kingdoms rise and fall.

Lisa leaned closer, her smile growing wider, with a sickly satisfaction, "I heard you elves cultivate these in sacred groves, infused with your life essence. Consuming them must feel... invigorating, right?" The petal in my mouth instantly dropped into the dust. I raised my head sharply, looking at Lisa's face, twisted with perverted pleasure, in disbelief. A wave of icy weakness hit me like a tidal wave! I could no longer hold it back and collapsed to the ground, my limbs trembling uncontrollably. "Ugh!" A cold sweat broke out over my body as the stolen life energy within the flower clashed violently with my own fading spirit. Starblooms are plants that are toxic to elves. They reproduce by

a voice boomed, echoing like an avalanche. Elara turned. Standing among the bone-trees was a wolf the size of a mountain. Its fur was a tapestry of stars, and its eyes were twin suns. This wasn't a shifter; this was the Primordial Alpha, the source of the Berserker flame before the Council ever touched a vial. "Where am I?" Elara asked. Her voice didn't chime; it felt ancient.

Venus slowly repeated, trying to grasp her mind around what she was seeing and hearing. The kingdom of Everglade was north to the kingdom of Salazar. It was also the home of the Elf race. While they worshipped nearly the same gods as here, the elves were also known to worship their own made gods. They were also known for their perfect if not near craftsman ship, pale blonde hair, and swift movements during fighting and dancing.

“ They will…make you their lover…I mean lots of their women will make sure to…use you well. However, they want. Until you… well… ” The elf grins wider. “ Don’t slander us, beautiful girl. We take care of our guests. They don’t die. ” A shudder runs through me as Tyson mutters. “ That’s comforting. ” “ Come on. ” I whisper. “ We have to get out of here. ” I wait for the door to burst open—for our friends to come crashing through. They should have been here by now, with Striker Skolfodr in the lead. Because the only thing that scares the Elves is fire.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Elliot groaned, rubbing his temple with one hand. “I’m saying, stop feeling what you’re feeling. Focus on your pain and only your pain. I’m half Elf and half Ice Fairy. My healing magic doesn’t just fix injuries; it draws out pain. And in the process, I feel not only your physical pain but also your emotional state. And right now,” he shot her a pointed look, “you’re thinking things about me that I really don’t want to know.”

“Think of it, when's the last time you've ever seen an elf-vampire hybrid?” Aero forms an O at the realization that he's never seen or heard of one. Elves are very rare here on earth, There's only a handful of them. They stay in their own realm but venture here once in a while to pick plants and herbs that don't grow there. “I need to talk to Ian. I need to talk with his dad, he's an elf. I want to talk to him about another theory I have.” Aero's eyebrows knit together and he tilts his head.

I placed my hands in my lap, adjusting my dress to make sure it didn't slide up, as I was conscious that he might steal a glance of my panties. "I am a humanoid elf, which means—more like how werewolves are half humans and half wolves. I am half-elf and half-human. Unlike regular elves, I don't carve weapons either. My mixed heritage gives me a unique job. I don't have a surname, and we don't live with our families. Whenever a humanoid elf is born, we are sent to the groupies, where we grow up and learn everything. I also need years to live, so I buy them," he shared, his words filled with a sense of happiness and openness as he spoke to me.

He began to sit up slowly so he could turn and face Alysin. “I am an Elfre. We must return the gifts given to us with gifts of our own. It is our purpose.” Samnom focused harder and studied the girl’s face. Her ears were pointed like an Elf’s. Elfre were part of the Elf family but they had a distinct purpose. That was to give in return for being given a gift. They were loners and few people knew much about them. After giving their gifts their spirit was freed from the world and they moved on into another dimension.