Blood Elf Warrior Novels & Stories

The thing that stepped through the smoke behind them— It wasn’t a soldier. It wasn’t a beast. It was both. And more. Skin like iron split with cracks of molten light. Eyes burning gold where no eyes should be. And a crown of bone twisted above a face that had never been human. A Dominion Warlord. And not just any. The one I knew would come for me. The one I prayed I’d never see again. “Elara,” I said, and this time my voice wasn’t a roar.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

My father looks at me with happiness in his eyes, and claps before speaking again. "Great job son, you have immobilized him in the simplest yet most effective way, most other wolves would of just made them tired themselves out. You have ended the match early by doing the most simplest thing, now round two this is Jerry he is a level two warrior. You are to knock him out but not kill him, got it?" He says. I nod my head indicating I understood. "Great, now fight." He says.

SOPHIA POV The air was stiff while taking a walk with Xylah, this was because none of us wanted to be in the same company as each other.. As we walked, I heard noises and cheers going on in the distance. "What's that noise?" I asked. "They are recruiting new wolves to join the army," she replied. "You do not want to go there, the men there will be covered in their own sweat and blood," she complains. "Yuck right?" She asked but stopped talking when she noticed my interest. "Oh I forgot, you used to be a beta, those are your thing," she mumbles.

Tyler said, his voice was so harsh. What was he saying and to whom. That’s when it hit me the most distorious pungent smell, I got up to look at him. The Black Devil himself. He looked horrific half human half wolf, blood red eyes boring in me and his laugh that froze my blood. I was petrified. "Good work Tyler, now Warrior Kent, the most dangerous of all will dance for us." He spoke in his high pitch voice sending tremors in my body. I turned towards Tyler

As we prepared for battle, Arcturus approached me, his yellow eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "Princess Bianca," he said, his voice low and mysterious. "I have a secret to share with you. A secret that will change the course of our battle, and perhaps our lives forever." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it, Arcturus?" He glanced around, ensuring we were alone. "I am not just a werewolf, Princess. I am a magical wolf, sent by the Moon Goddess herself to aid you in this battle." My eyes widened in awe. "The Moon Goddess? Why would she choose you for this task?"

"I'm no Luna, just an ordinary warrior." "Hey," Eli gently lifted my chin, his expression firm yet reassuring. He was quite a handsome man with slight brown-blondish hair and kind hazel eyes. He had those lips that seemed like they were always stretched up in a smile. "If you were ordinary, you wouldn't be Asher's mate. And from what I've seen, you're anything but ordinary. You're the first female warrior here, Ivy. That's remarkable." I scoffed, feeling the weight of Eli's words. "You don't have to sugarcoat it."

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.

Something is going on between those two, and I am adamant to find out. King Aelfred stood up. “Well, I brought my warriors. We, the elves, have a special blessing in our blood; although they look well-built, they are 10 times stronger than what meets the eye. They are excellent in one-on-one combat and trained to work in groups, so when they get together, they are a force to be reckoned with. My people brought impenetrable special armor, and we took as many of them as possible to have your people wear them. Also, I brought along my archer squad; their blessed arrows never miss the target, and they are poisoned to kill in an instant.”

Lifting my head, one eye glaring at him from above. “I would not harm the innocent,” I growled out. Many warriors stood back with their spears. “Only those who have touched what is mine.” Three warriors shook uncontrollably, backing away from the others. My body snaked around to the back of the crowd. My dragon hissed while they stood still. Sniffing them from above, one in particular smelled like my Fawn. My jaws snapped, picking the Elf from the ground, screaming like a helpless rabbit. Warriors threw their darts, only to be reflected by my scales. “Stop! Please!” Zaos waved his hands. “She’s alright, really. She is being bathed, she was covered in mud,…”