Blood Elves Vs Night Elves Novels & Stories

With help from strangers who answered their questions, they got to the base of the mountain. There were lots of other students—some witches, some wolves. In their world, there were four main supernatural types: Wolves, vampires, witches, and elves. But because of a past fight, they had split into two sides. Witches and wolves were one group (though they lived apart), and elves and vampires were another. So it was a big surprise when some elves and vampires showed up at the top of the mountain. “If witches can be in the Luna Calvary, why not elves and vampires? Don’t we all want peace?” a female elf said.

“Yes, please continue.” “Very nice. Unlike the urban legends which always say that vampires and werewolves are enemies, vampires and werewolves in real life are not at all hostile. In fact, we are an alliance. The only difference is that vampires are more sensitive to sunlight and like something twisted. The higher their rank, the more their charm will increase. Werewolves, on the other hand, are much more flexible. We really hate the dragons because of their arrogance who can outlast us. Except for my friend who I said earlier. Later you will know after meeting him. At this point, do you understand? " “Er… yes. Maybe?"

"He was close friends with my father since they were young. Lord Tigherneach and my father fought side by side through the wars…" "Ah, I see," Lorcan pushed away his plate. "I forgot half-elvens were allowed to fight for the Elven Realms." Sitting straight and still in her chair, Niamh felt a fire rising in her heart. "What difference does it make if your soldiers are elven or half-elven? They fight for you." Lorcan set his icy glare on Niamh. "It's not about loyalty, it's about strength, devotion, and skill." Niamh opened her mouth, but Lorcan continued.

“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.”

“No! You’re no match against a demon. Not yet. Stay behind me.” I can shift and fight and I want to but I’ve become accustomed to obeying Balin’s commands and so I stay back, watching the rest of them take on the demons. The elves are seasoned fighters, but the demons are vicious creatures, their movements rough and uncoordinated. But while the elves are quick on their feet and some of them have magic, the demons have raw strength on their sides. I watch in growing horror as one of them pummels an elf to the ground, nearly crushing his face. But before he can do that, a female elf jumps in the air, her sword in hand and she neatly decapitates the demon.

His family were the only lycan family and they ruled over the werewolves. Then, on one fateful day, the king of the elves suddenly attacked with no reason, no explanation. Just because they wanted to expand their land and rule over everyone. The wolves managed to fight them off for a few days but the casualties were deadly so they did everything in their power to seek other sources. The elves could bend any element to their will, and the wolves had only strength to fight with. One elf was equal to 20 werewolves. It was not a fair fight.

A sneer of derision settled on her face,"-They would never set foot here without being forced to. They call us barbarians, but they are without a doubt the most brutal of all races. After all, they follow the way of nature." 'Then shouldn't they be peace-loving like angels?' Seemingly understanding his confusion, Milia took over, "Your highness, most of what you learn from books about elves being peace-loving who wouldn't hurt anything are simply heresy. True elves follow the ways of nature, they see death as the most natural thing and think that any fight should either be a fight to the death or never happen. To be honest they are even crazier than Berserker demons." Feeling his views about

One of the most important thing to note in battle is the ground where it happens. If they were to attack the Dravos in the forest on their way back home, there was a huge chance they would ask help from both the Golden Eye clan and the Azure Blood clan. Both clan had their own share of strong werewolves and a few wizards. Things could be disastrous for the Vichell.

Well, since you help us, I will tell you" We are the tree Eleve's. We are like a different group of elves from the dark continent. Our people separated from the moon Elve kingdom a long time ago and they started their life in the vondor continent. The land is green with good pasture and a river. The kingdom was built atop large trees connected with wooden bridges. The chief of Elve Jarrod at that time fought with a vondor. A magical giant creature. They are large Titans and they love the lakes. They were the first issue that causes a fight between Elve and Vondor. Chief Jarrod defeated a special kind of vondor that is called the commanding vondor. It is a special type of vondor with royalty

Her eyes followed the illustrations he made. “These are the men you’re gonna meet, over here is Dust, this is Dino, an underdog of a man(unknown) we don’t know who is working for yet, the man that wants you, I don’t think he wants you dead, else you would’ve been killed.” Eve listened as he explain, the name of Dust making her stomach churn. “I didn’t have a nightmare last night.” She thought out loud. “I didn’t see heard his laughter or feel his hands around my neck. How come? Why?” Wesley dropped his pen and watched her.