Novel & Cerita Blood Elves

she murmured, stepping back. More of the newly embodied dead emerged from the ruins, circling Eden and Violet. Their mouths curled open showing their fangs. Hunger gripped each one, pulling them toward the king and bodyguard with impenetrable focus. "They're all blood elves," Eden realized. "He must've turned everyone in Toreva before planting the dead inside." "Their hunger will be insatiable," Violet said, bow drawn and ready. As horror rolled through her, the living dead drew near. Blood smeared their bodies and mouths. There was nothing left of who they used to be. This was the fate Curzon intended for all of the elven kingdoms.

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.”

Those who live for ever see know reason to hurry. Even the shortest elf was taller than most werewolves so it wasn't hard to spot them over the heads of the pack. They stood straight and the expression on each of the elves faces was a mask of perfect serenity. They're hair was long and flowed down their backs almost unaffected by the wind. Their wore loose flowing robes of green and yellow that his their footsteps so that they appeared to float up the path and to the patient alpha.

They revealed themselves at midday. Two figures stepped out from behind a cluster of boulders. They were tall and slender, their skin the color of ash, their hair white as bone. Dark elves. Their eyes were solid black, no whites, no pupils, just darkness that seemed to drink the light. They wore leather armor studded with metal spikes, and each carried a curved blade at their hip. The taller one smiled. His teeth were sharp. "Travelers," he said. His voice was smooth, almost musical. "What brings you so close to our border?"

"Not really, I just feel bad for her. I can really see that she loves Elijah" "But he is not her mate so he cannot marry her. She should have seen this coming. It's nobody's fault she chose to be blind!" Mum spits out furiously. Ahh! She is the most savage woman I have ever come across. ELIJAH'S POV It's nightfall already and I'm walking lifelessly towards my bedroom where Ella is obviously waiting for me. I'm very tired, but I can't let this night go by without me talking with Ella.

Odessa snorted. Hades, I certainly do. We traveled southward, still in Elven territory. We didn’t have to regularly worry about the dangers of my own kind finding her, and even less so with vampires and witches. The elves’ naturalistic ways to speak to the trees kept their land constantly monitored, even with the warriors that scouted the land. The only one being able to penetrate the forest was me. My black scales could reflect the trees and bushes of the forest, barely becoming noticeable even to nature.

For our future. An arrow whizzed by me and hit the attacker I was going for. The thud of the object against his back, penetrating the layers of armour startled the Dark Elf that was looking at me with bloodshot eyes under his helmet. Their skin was darker than Pernwél’s ivory one, giving a blue-ish glow to their complexion. Their ears were pointier, than the elves I had met until now. I noticed as the Elf before me was struggling to get his helmet off in the pursuit of oxygen. The poison had reached his bloodstream and he was fighting the suffocating effect of the lethal plant concoction.

“Now, I will not get into details at the moment, but I might in due time. I also want to limit this to those who already know, as much as I can. What I will tell you for now is that Elaeya is a hybrid, and part of her nature is something that has been hunted and killed for centuries. Her kin is officially believed instinct, and what little survivors there are, are probably relying on this to stay hidden and survive. She has spent all her life away from societies, especially the supernatural kind. As a stray, she’s still adapting to a pack, but I will probably not be able to keep her a secret for long. Which is why her security will have to be taken care of. She will have a bodyguard with her

the elf greeted in turn, placing a hand on his heart and bowing. "Allow me to interrupt you while your minds are occupied with the dwarven rebellion, but..." Augustine began before seeing, out of the corner of his eye, on one of the surveillance screens, a dwarf setting fire to a doll in the shape of an elf. "Is it possible to access the Vermilion Bird's domain from here?" The elf contemplated the vampire for a moment. His long, pointed ears bobbed up and down, showing how intrigued he was by the question from this high representative of the races.