Blood Elf Novels & Stories

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

I breathe my fire ahead of me, ready to take out every one of these elves. “Bring her down!” an elf says and I recognize thaevoice. King Eldarion. “Daichi! The harpoon is earthen made! See if you can destroy it!” I yell, blowing my fire over the ground. As I fly over the elves, I hear another ‘thunk’. I scream, twisting quickly and feeling the air of the harpoon as it scrapes the tip of my wing. I blow my fire on it before slicing my fire through the air and back down to the ground. I continue blowing my fire, but there are a LOT of elves and they are working together using their earth elements to protect each other.

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.

I frowned because it wasn't common to see an elf as a guardian. “Is something wrong?” the elf asked, and the feline laughed. “She must be wondering what you're doing here, Samir,” the feline said and looked at me calmly. “I'm Renzo; this is Jackson, and the silent one is Cal.” The vampire nodded, as did the bear, and the elf looked at me with raised eyebrows. “I'm a guardian; that's why I'm here,” the elf said, and Jackson laughed. “I'm a guardian with medical knowledge.”

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.

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.

The blue light that just appeared was immediately captured by a mysterious force and disappeared. A middle-aged man was enjoying the special service of several pointed-eared beauties with his eyes closed in a luxurious room. The pointed-eared beauties were stunning. Except for their pointed ears, they were almost indistinguishable from humans. However, they were much more beautiful than human females. Any one of them were comparable to the most beautiful human female. They were the Elves, one of the many races in the universe. The Elves were a very famous race in level 9 civilization Leila.

That Lycanthrope, or rather his shadow, because no matter what that beast was, it seems you couldn't see him, so fast he was, screamed and roared, getting closer and closer to the little wizards. “What’s this creature? What does it look like?” Elizabeth asked, with the wand ready and the hawk on her shoulder. “I never saw one. I’ve only heard such beasts screaming. Only adult elves could kill them. I heard they’re so fast that you can't see what they look like. But I read about it. It’s a wolf cursed to be cruel and blood-thirsty. Damned to kill any living thing. But…” “But what?” Jiao Long asked. “Only the oldest elf wizards know this curse. Such curse hadn’t been put on anybody for hundred

Rhobart nicked his skin, a few drops of blood ran down his neck. “Don’t release more arrows!” the Elf yelled, lowering his bow. Two more Elves jumped from the trees—a female and a male, both blondes—landing close to Kerra before moving closer to Rhobart and Ayla. The male had a sword in his right hand, while the female had a whip on her left hip and a short sword on the right one. “She looks identical to you, Taeral,” the female said. “Except for her ears, which are human.” She sniffed the air. “But she is only part human.”

“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.”