Blood Elves Novels & Stories

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

We drove carefully while Christmas music played on the radio. “I don’t know what it is, but I just love Christmas even though we don’t celebrate it.” Alex laughed. “I just love all the lights, the Christmas tree, the idea of everyone opening presents together on Christmas morning. I wish werewolves celebrated something similar. I guess we have winter solstice, but it’s not really the same, eh?” He looked so sweet as I peered over at him, a small smile on his face as we drove. He was so handsome, his face so perfect like a master sculptor had carved it. I looked back at the road only to spot a flying deer heading toward the windshield. A flying deer???

Although deemed a myth, whispered around campfires and narrated to children as fairytales, every story held a kernel of truth. It was believed that those dwelling beneath the Tree of Life possessed the extraordinary ability to enhance the power, strength, and speed of both werewolves and vampires. Their magic was so pure and potent that it was described to resemble the refreshing taste of the crispest waters on the tongue. Inhabitants of the Tree of Life took the form of ethereal beings characterised by pointed ears and eyes in a vivid lake blue-green shade. The clarity and sparkle of their gaze were so captivating that other beings found it challenging to look away, feeling an irresistible

While Juviana flaunted her innocence inside her heart, Shadow was observing Juviana from the corner of her eye. Europeans typically had pale complexions and were tall. Ibrahim and Ali were tall but these people were even taller. However, as elves, their faces looked clean, fresh like leaves in the early morning. Elves were quite a unique tribe. They lived close to nature. The kingdom had little development as they appreciate nature. An awkward silence filled the cave. The voice that broke the silence was Shadow’s cotton candy voice. “The rain seems to be no end.” Ali and Ibrahim instinctively observed the weather.

I breathed. “The Dark Elves’ mountains,” Rivyn replied grimly. “The Elves are cousins to the Fae,” he said quietly as he encouraged Coryfe to move forwards. The horse did not like the location, reacting to the sulphur smell of the soil, and communicated his dislike through his movement, each step reluctant as if he anticipated the ground would disappear before him.

Gray answered; he was excited to tell this, “We’re going to attack Kingdom of Bealaris once more.” Xion furrowed his eyebrows, “What about the Earth True Blessing?” “We, the elves, will handle it.” Zed answered evenly and then he excused himself to go back to the woods. Xion couldn’t hide his amazement at the tall figure who was walking away. “I didn’t realize he’s an elf. This is amazing. Keith will have a heart attack.” Two days were a short time to rest. Now, Sierra already stood in front of her own troops. They were excited with the addition of the elves. It had been hundreds of years ever since humans saw them. The elves were quite uncomfortable, being the spotlight of the entire army.

“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.”

Faran stood at the entryway of my tent with eager eyes, the elves were taller than me, compared to them I was the same as a human, but they’d accepted me with open arms, sometimes I wondered if their faith in me was misguided. “There are some hiding in the forest, they’re hiding amongst corpses, when night falls they’ll be comping, we need all archers armed and prepared, Elves wielding swords or arrows will be by their side, everyone groups up into three, you cover your partner, the vampires in the forest are newborns so it wouldn’t take too long but I have a feeling somethings wrong.” “How so?” “They aren’t attacking the mush areas anymore, it’s like they’ve just vanished, and they’ve set t

The attack comes before we reach Fang territory. We're moving through dense forest, maybe an hour from our target, when Finn suddenly stops. "Do you hear that?" I strain my hybrid senses, filtering through normal forest sounds. Then I catch it. Movement. Lots of movement. Coming from multiple directions. "Ambush!" Marcus roars. "Defensive formation!" We barely have time to react before they burst from the trees. Not possessed wolves. Something worse. Elves. At least thirty of them, their eyes glowing red with demonic corruption. They move with inhuman speed, their natural grace twisted into something predatory.

"Years passed by, and she grew up to be a beautiful woman, just like our mother. A few weeks after her twenty-third birthday, she came home with King Father and said she would be leaving with him. I was shocked to hear this. But King Father had assured me that he was going to make her immortal. This made me even more confused. I had no idea how she got to know King Father. And what I don't understand was why would King Father only make her immortal? What about me? What about my family?" "And that was the last time you've heard from her?" "No, I usually receive a letter from her. She writes about how happy she is with her immortality." "A letter? How?" asked Sean in bewilderment. "FedEx or a