Blood Elves Novels & Stories

Eliane screams her anger, sending another blast of fire at the elves who are trying to bury their hatchlings alive. I look around, seeing that the elves are doing the same to the wolves and shifters. They are creating trenches in the earth then trying to bury them alive while the wolves and shifters frantically try to claw their way out. I send a blast of fire toward the elves who are digging trenches, giving the shifters a chance to get out. As soon as they’re free of the trench, they begin attack the elves. “Give them to Cal’s kids,” I shout above the noise, watching as Shiv, an eagle shifter, begins scratching at an elf just before his mate, Bajaro, drags him toward the dragons and tosses

I finished for him, the strategy taking shape in my mind like a puzzle finding its missing piece. Before more questions could be hurled at my son, Elara rose from her seat, her presence commanding attention. Her eyes, ever-shifting like the cosmos she so deeply understood, held secrets that went beyond the realms we knew. "Elara," I said, acknowledging her wisdom, "what insights do you bring?" "Black Faes are creatures of conviction, driven by a purpose that transcends mere survival," Elara began, her voice resonating with the timbre of ancient knowledge. "They are not just soldiers; they are believers in a cause-a dark ideal that fuels their relentless pursuit."

As they parted to allow the newcomers into the circle, I could see the distinct features of pointed ears and fair, otherworldly beauty that marked them as elves. My hands are white-knuckled, holding tightly to the arms of the chair as if they were the only thing keeping me grounded. My knuckles are pale and my fingers are shaking slightly. The elf's hands gracefully reached up to the hood, pulling it back to reveal the sight of a stunning female with long, golden hair that seemed to glow with its ethereal aura. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of purple like amethysts catching the light and reflecting it in an otherworldly sheen. The other elf was a towering figure, standing at least seven

The air changed. Not violently. Not loudly. Just—wrong. Like the world took a shallow breath. “You should not be surprised,” Elowen said evenly, “when Darius attacks again. And when he does, he will not come alone.” My fingers curled. “He will seek allies,” she continued. “Other packs. Other clans. Other things.” The shadows behind her stretched. “Creatures,” Kael added. “Beings that don’t fight like wolves—but like hunters.” The ground split open in a ripple of dark silver light.

“The Elves, being highly intellectual but lacking the fighting strength, employed the help of the races with lesser intelligence. They were the first to build a vast army. Naturally, the other tree dwellers like the Dryads, the Faeries, and the other spirits of the forests worked with them. The elves did not wage was though; they merely saw into the future and built their defenses. They knew that the forest will be consumed by war, and so they hid their territories using the advanced magick and with the help of the forest spirits. Since then, the Elves were called as the Lost Race.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

I could already hear the senselessly frightening monologue that will arrive before the actual answer. "As you may know, the elven kind has evolved significantly over the centuries that had left the dark war in the past. The elven race has long since disappeared yet they are very much still here. A darkling is a descendant of a dark elf and any other creature born in the light," he spoke slowly.

Wrath said. “ Shut up little witch.... ” Belphegor said with his golden eyes glittery. “ I said I'm not a witch.... ” “ Silence her ” Wrath said and Mammon quickly silenced her as he didn't want Wrath to harm the girl yet. “ How can you tell....” Leviathan asked. “ Her eyes.... Her eyes are all black and larger...Witches also have glittering skin ” Belphegor said. “ How come you noticed all this in a few minutes ” Mammon asked.

Alpha Deucalion and I was surrounded by a crowd of werewolves, men, woman, and children, within their human forms. Their eyes leered at me shocked by my presence. I felt tense by there none stop gazing. I wanted to hide within Alpha Deucalion's fur but I was scared he would command me to reveal myself to his kind again. "Brother, how dare you to carry a human to our secret place," the dark-haired and blue-eyed female again spoke, who was still standing before us.

Ari shrugged. “Which ally should we go to first?” Sunama asked as she pulled out a map of the different kingdoms. The map showed the regions of the different species in our realm, the goblins, and pixies obviously, but also the elves, nymphs, dragon shifters, centaurs, and Drow (dark elves), to name a few. “The Elves are the closest.” Huricana pointed to a spot on the map.