Blood Elf Warrior Novels & Stories

It can turn them into something ugly and terrible, and it seems that the elves are no longer above that. I have to consider that she’s right and if she is, then I need to make sure that I do everything in my power to keep the dragons who have been forced into claims safe. By elvish standards, I’m young, only one hundred and sixty-eight years old. For the last ten years, ever since I identified Kenna as my mate, I’ve been practicing my fighting skills with the warriors in our troupe, the ones who are considerably older than I am. Because elves have the earth element and I need to be ready to fight fire when I claim Kenna, I have my warriors take turns attacking me with fire. I bought flame th

She knew the common tongue well. Keyla smiled at her in return. The Elf was clad in clothing that was more typical for a Grenyaar among humans. Soft trousers and supple boots, both of natural tan colors, with a pale green short-sleeved top over which was a deep green vest. A quiver of arrows was slung over her shoulder, and she bore a short sword on her belt. In some ways, the Elf reminded her of Damara Edon. She remembered seeing Randey’s mother in her fighting gear more than once, and she had been most imposing. Of course, Damara certainly did not have Taiya’s golden-hued hair or delicate elven features – and certainly not the pointed ears – but Taiya had an air of fierceness that was more

“B-but, how?” Mei laughed, amused at the look of bewildered shock on Jade’s face. “It’s a special skill I’ve had since… since…” Mei’s smile vanished. She seemed to be hesitating about something. “Since?” Jade prodded. “Well, you see,” Mei continued. “I’m sure you’ve heard about the beast gods. Well, I’m actually one of the seven stars of a beast god.” “WHAT? I can’t believe it! Which holy beast?”

Footsteps, murmurs, and the occasional rumble of thunder were the only sounds on a once chaotic battlefield. Every member of the Stardust Army under the peak of the platinum realm joined the beastmen in retreating behind the forcefield. The shockwaves alone from mages that powerful could kill them in a second. "Oh?" Verra said with an intricate expression. "Come then, let's see if you are any better than that lady elf I killed a few days ago." "Lady elf? Myell!" A short-haired Elf to the side screamed in anger, "I'll kill you," he screamed as he charged at Verra.

“If I die at your hands, the peace treaty will be null and void, and an all-out war is basically guaranteed. I know that’s exactly what some of you want. You want the opportunity to tear into the elves and rid the world of us once and for all. What you are not considering is this: maybe you’ll succeed, maybe after years and years of fruitless killing the werewolves would emerge victorious. But at what cost? Are you prepared to lose your children in the process? What about your brother or sister or mate? “I am the key to that treaty, you are right about that. But this may be something you don’t know. Elves are all blessed by a deity when they turn 18, which means that deity favors that partic

With every step, the golden light in her eyes intensified until the snow beneath her feet began to melt from the sheer heat of her aura. The first line of "Hollow Guards" noticed her. They were warriors she recognized—men who had served Kaelen with honor. Now, their armor was fused to their skin, and their eyes were pits of purple fire. They let out a collective, soulless howl and lunged. ​Elara didn't flinch. She didn't even shift.

He orders through the mindlink to all wolf warriors. I’m right in the middle of the chaos, throwing fire and air and earth together just to keep our front from breaking. Every time I take one down, two more replace it. A troll swings its massive club at a group of elves to my left and I dash forward, catching its arm in a swirl of wind before shoving it back with a wall. The blow knocks it off its feet, and the elves shoot their arrows straight into its chest. I don’t even have time to breathe before the next wave hits.

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.

Ulfhild didn't understand the sudden feelings that swirled around her at the huge warrior's tender touch. He infuriated her, but looking into his ice blue eyes now all she could think about was falling into his arms and seeking the comfort she somehow knew she would find there. It was some kind of spell he was casting over her, she was sure of it. But the man was obviously no witch. He despised them. Didn't he?

“Let’s not keep them waiting.” We’d left our weapons at the forest edge as a gesture of good faith that left me feeling uncomfortably exposed. The two warriors we’d brought stayed back, far enough to not seem threatening, close enough to respond if things went wrong. As we approached the settlement’s entrance, an elderly woman emerged from the largest building. She was small, bent with age, but her eyes were sharp and assessing as they swept over us. “Alpha Alexander,” she said, her voice carrying despite its softness. “The Wolf Slayer himself came to visit us. Should I be honored or terrified?”