Blood Elves Novels & Stories

“I will not let him fall into their hands. Not the wolves. Not the vampires. Not even yours.” The golden-haired elf’s lips curled into something between a smile and a snarl. “Then you’ve doomed us all.” Behind him, more elves stepped forward, bows raised, their arrows gleaming in the moonlight. Kaelen’s pulse thundered. He didn’t know who to fear more—the wolves, the vampires, or the kin Elira once called her own.

A tall figure began taking form as it moved towards Niamh and the other elves. "Get ready!" General Aengus raised his hand. Elves raised their bows with arrows notched. Niamh frowned, then gasped. Lord Beluar strode casually out through the shadows of the ancient trees. "I'm so glad you've come, your Majesty. It seems Breathnach is trying to cross the river."

He translates in visions, in shadows in, pictures, and my eyes darken as if I am Being hypnotized and my consciousness is taken away- into flashes of memories translated in moments- The elves were the first. Their figures are tall and mighty, they are lean and agile. The oldest race in Valcane. Amongst them lived the faeries, small sprites in trees, and then the wolves. Their howls are loud as they reach for the moon. Alexander the Prime, the first Arc Wolf of Valcane. He comes in glimpses and from the moment I see his eyes, I know I am a part of him.

The strength of his arm was not comparable to my small and feminine body. The people around looked at us and shook their heads, laughing. As if already used to seeing me crying like a little girl when being told to go home by her mother. Believe it or not, this had become my daily life in this new world. ======================================================== * Haier-Elvian : Mixed of human and elf races. * Esze : The system name of magic that exists in this world. * Viglet : A small wand to extract Esze from the circuits in the body.

But the front reception desk is completely empty. I tap my fingers against the marble counter. A moment later, a tall figure walks briskly out of a back room, her face set in an expression of absolute, freezing indifference. An Elf Awakener. The Elf race is a massive faction in mythology, and the girl walking toward us is undeniably a Dark Elf. Her skin is a flawless, intoxicating shade of deep, silky obsidian. Her long hair is the color of midnight, and delicate, dark-silver cuffs trace the elegant, pointed tips of her ears.

Zeno, who understood, just chuckled, and stole a quick kiss on his wife's lips. After the day he saw Vasilio's eyes, the president and the rest of the ranks immediately took to hide. The elves are happy to accept humans as long as they obey the rules. The territory of the elves is wide, it is in one of the wildernesses of Latveria. On the outside, we can only see a forest that is spooky and gloomy. However, when you walk a little further and meet the door, the beautiful scenery of elf territory will make you stunned.

“She doesn’t stay out here.” Kael nodded, helping her up. His arm held her steady, and for a moment she leaned on him, her legs weak. Damien’s jaw tightened when he saw that. They carried her back to the main hall. The pack followed, whispering. “Did you see her glow?” “She’s not normal.” “She’s dangerous.” “She’s a human. How can a human do that?” The voices stabbed Elara’s heart. She bowed her head, wishing she could hide. Inside the hall, the Elders were already waiting. Old wolves with gray hair and sharp eyes. They sat in a circle, their faces grim.

Aiden and I weren’t a thing, yes, we fucked but that didn’t mean anything too because thousands of people fuck all the time, I don't even like Aiden, I am not going to stop hating him or just forget all the bad things he has done to me that easily, we can’t be anything more than fake partners, he doesn’t own me, even though my heart is currently beating so fast with just the thought of his name “Is that a yes, Sunshine?” He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and the strands that covered his ears moved, I couldn’t hide my shock as my mouth dropped open. “You— you’re an Elf?” More steps backwards, he had the elongated ear that only Elves had, surprise was all over me, Elves were not suppo

"Longer than it takes me to rip your throat out. You rejected me. Called me worthless. Now I'm the one with roots coming out of the ground. How's that feel?" He laughed wet. "Feels like you're dead already. The elders don't negotiate. They erase. And when they come, they'll burn this whole keep just to get to you." Gunnar grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head against the table once. Hard. "Names. Who's riding with Jakob? How many shamans?" Sveinn spat blood on the floor. "You'll find out when they're at your walls. Elva's blood is a beacon now. Every pack that hates the idea of one king is coming. And they all want her head on a spike before she wakes up fully."

The march south began at dawn, five hundred half-bloods moving through the forest like a river of fur and claws. Elif led from the front, her white wolf form stark against the dark trees, her blue eyes scanning the horizon for threats. Niklas ran beside her, black fur blending with the shadows, his amber eyes watchful and calm. Behind them stretched the army, wolves of every color and size, their breath misting in the cold air, their paws silent on the fallen leaves. They were not soldiers, not yet. But they were learning.