Blood Elves Novels & Stories

Findell calls out as he sets up his produce cart. “It's my lucky morning, Findell!” I call back with a smile, lifting the basket into the air triumphantly as he chuckles in return. I carry on my journey with a smile, nodding at all the friendly faces who greet me as I pass by. Wood elves, such as those here in Azealea, are peaceful and friendly by nature. They keep themselves busy by caring for each other and the enchanted forest they call home. Their lives are simple, but they have plenty of heart, as my father always says. If I had to guess, I’d say he misses living here just as much as I do sometimes, although he would never say the words out loud. After all, being invited to live amongst

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

His gaze was fixed on the main house. All the elven buildings were made of a material carefully selected to be in harmony with nature. The base for the building bricks was a mixture of sand and earth which was then further mixed with a special type of paste. This paste was made from processed silver dust and tiny seeds from elven sacred trees. These sacred trees, called eloeins, grew in dense forests throughout Velas. And Velas was the only land in Raal where those trees grew. The elves believed that they carried the souls of their ancestors. Beneath each of these groves were underground chambers that served as resting places for dead elves. Their bodies provided nutrients for the roots, whi

And her dark hair only confirming that she couldn’t possibly be natural. The elves were said to have the palest eyes, a deep and beautiful blue or green; not amber. And of course, the ears were different from mortals. But Astria was an anomaly, neither a Deus nor an Elf, she was an outsider a half-breed monster that others argue should have been destroyed at birth. But her mother had saved her, given her life when all others would have forsaken her. And yet now, they had to run to hold onto that gift, forced to hide and mask who she was.

If there wasn't, then what was in there? To strengthen this theory, for some unknown reason, the devils, the ones that invaded the continent once in a hundred years, avoided the small island. The Halen Empire was situated on the westernmost part of the Larin Continent. On the other side of the Halen Sea was the continent of the elves. They were at the edge of the array that protected the Larin Continent from the invasion of the devils, and yet these devils refused to go to the small island. They would only conquer the other islands surrounding them. Why was that? That was also one of the mysteries in there.

The fuck? I turn, surveying the street more closely, and that's when I see it. The carvings on the wall to my left. Carefully sketched works of mages summoning things from the ground. Wolvens leaping at people's throats…the sharpness of the victims' ears tells me they are elves. Men with weapons carrying out several acts of savagery. And….

“At least I can trust the Emperor to ensure she will be alright.” It was before midnight on the Southeastern Island. Harriet chose the dawn at Almandine because she knew this was the case. The Merfolks and Sirens avoided surfacing under the daylight. Merfolks and Sirens, the elves of the ocean. When Merfolks could be said to be the equivalent of Elves, the Sirens were the equivalent of Dark Elves. They had their own societal structure down in their deep ocean kingdom. The deepest parts of it were so dark no light ever came out; not even sunlight did. Several species of monsters existed but were different in shape and size, some of which resembled gigantic squid or eels.

That is why I immediately removed my hand from it. “Ahhh!!!” I heard a scream from below from the lost souls who are gently fading like my dad. Most of them burned and turned into orbs. Different kinds of orbs with different colors. I know in an instant that they will be stuck here on earth. As a ball of energy that can be consumed by humans. That can make the world imbalanced.

300 years ago, Elves were one. There was no variation of elves, they weren't divided. All these beautiful creatures were united and one. They were a powerful race that even the Demons could not ignore. These beautiful creatures were guarding the sacred tree of life. The root of all life, the heart of the Goddess of life.

The kitten turns its ears away and rubs its forehead against my hand. "No biting," I say, pulling my hand back to avoid it. The cat immediately drops its ears, as if sad, and then nods. ? Did I see it wrong? After I bought it, I read up on elves. Humanoid elves are infinitely close to humans in both intelligence and appearance, and can communicate normally. However, most beast-like elves only have the intelligence of beasts, and even if they can understand human language, they are unlikely to respond in an anthropomorphic way. It must be my imagination...