Blood Elf Novels & Stories

I, Anno, clutched a bag of deer meat damp with dew as I walked along the streets of the elven town, the burning pain from the wolf’s claws still lingering on my right cheek from last night. Whispers followed me all the way. “It’s her—that defective elf with a broken wing, and she’s even keeping a tamed werewolf.” “It’s laughable. That werewolf doesn’t even look at her. He’s always trying to run away, but she still treats him like a precious treasure.”

She kept walking. The Frostveil forest was nothing like Silver Fang territory. The trees grew taller and older, their trunks scarred with marks that felt deliberate, not wild. The wind carried a sharp, clean scent that stung her lungs. Magic lived here. Not loud. Not cruel. Old and watching. A shadow moved to her left. Elara stopped. “Show yourselves,” she said calmly. The first wolf stepped out, massive and pale, eyes the color of winter steel. Then another. And another. They did not snarl. They did not attack. They studied her.

The kitten turns its ears away and rubs its forehead against my hand. "No biting," I say, pulling my hand back to avoid it. The cat immediately drops its ears, as if sad, and then nods. ? Did I see it wrong? After I bought it, I read up on elves. Humanoid elves are infinitely close to humans in both intelligence and appearance, and can communicate normally. However, most beast-like elves only have the intelligence of beasts, and even if they can understand human language, they are unlikely to respond in an anthropomorphic way. It must be my imagination...

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.

Eden saw her taken, still fighting the hulking blood elf. "Violet!" he cried, slicing the creature across the chest. He ran to her but the wound had done little to his opponent. The blood elf seized him from behind and tossed him over his head. Eden slammed into the stony soil. He didn't move. "Eden! Eden!" Violet screamed. The blood elves with their hollow eyes watched her, amused. They carried her away from Eden, even as her cries filled the darkness. Violet's heart felt like it was bursting as she watched Eden fade into the mist.

Depending on how you look at it, there are no good guys here. The Elf King's tent stands where it always has, on the Eastern end of the courtyard, but now has large spaces around it where other exhibits have vacated, giving a sense of privacy that previously didn't exist. I didn't go in with Carnelia last time, she was by herself while I dealt with Orion. I wish I had been by her side, however. Then I might have known what to expect. An Elf Mage, one of their powerful Scientist-Priests, greeted me at the tent flap. His skin glowed with the same bright blue hue as the cloth of the tent and the bright pin-prick lights which I can now see are a special variety of Starflower jasmine.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

But love was not strong enough to keep Death at the bay. The green mist was cold, colder than the winters of the warm-blooded beings. Elven blood was blue, infused with winter in its entirety, and hence, the elves did not feel as much cold. But Aelanor and Nimuel had long lost their status as elves. They shivered. "I wonder if we should have brought more cloaks," Nimuel said. "It probably would give my father another excuse to taunt us." "Well, that is bound to happen. At least we would have been warmer."

They usually have blonde hair, green or blue eyes, and pale skin. The second race of elves is the dark elves. These elves are rarer; they live in cave-like cities, in Elvengard. They are able to see in the dark, they can control shadows and move through shadows, and they also have exceptional physical strength and agility. They usually have white hair, brown, black, or green eyes, and dark skin.

Jin struck another down with a calculated punch, while Lyn used his brute strength to shove one against the wall. "No, wait!" I shouted, temporarily freezing both the elves and the alphas. Ancient texts had spoken of the ice elemental elves, ethereal beings of frost and wind, guardians of the sacred ice crystals. They were not easily swayed by words, but I had to try. “ What are you doing?” Jin snarled impatiently. “Let me try something.” I countered. “Do you have any idea how—” “Let her do what she feels is right to do, Jin. I don’t know s out you but I’m fucking exhausted from all this fighting.” Soren stated.