Books With Elves Novels & Stories

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...

The minute the word came of her condition I was going, it would take more than this world could offer to stop me from going to her. That fucking dragon annoys the hell out of me, but I need to admit he does seem to care for Emerald; and good job too. I had been going through their restricted library for about an hour when I found a book, a book that was dripping in power. The same power that dagger held. My hand hovers over the old worn leather binder, allowing my magic to feel the book out before I touch it.

I wonder what stories they tell. “Announce us.” Amnesi addresses the beautiful female Elf by the closed door we stand before. With many more details intricately carved in, I admire the craftsmanship. Birds, animals, dragons and elves… There are also runes and scriptures from a language I do not understand. Was this done by dwarves? They’re known to be master craftsmen. I’m cut off from my imagination when the Elf comes back out, holding the door open for us.

The archives smelled of smoke. Not the cozy kind from the hearth, but the acrid, chemical stench of magic—faint, but enough to make Elara’s scar tingle. She’d spent three days buried in Eleanor’s journals, and still, the words “the fire comes next” burned in her mind like a brand. Ellie sat at her feet, sorting through a pile of leather-bound books, her tiny fingers tracing the sigils on their covers. Every so often, she’d pause, tilt her head as if listening to a secret, and tuck a book aside.

Every day, she would tell Elwin that the female elves all harbored evil intentions. Once Elwin became tired of hearing about it, he decided to simply give her a wide berth. His attitude directly affected the other half-elves. Slowly, even the ones who delivered daily necessities to her stopped coming by. She frequently went without food to eat or clothes to wear, and she felt suffocated by the reality of her living situation. Then, she heard that a certain wolf tribe's Highlord had conceived a silver wolf pup with a human partner. The entire tribe was in the middle of sending out invitations and preparing a banquet to celebrate the young wolf.

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He lifted his head to stare at all the books surrounding the walls, he then decided to pick one from above. He climbed the stairs to be welcomed by big dusty books. Most of them were about Elves or other creatures, he understood it must be a special section to discover more about the ones living in Fantasia. Then, something caught his attention inside the shelf. Lights. He gently pushed the velvet books and his eyes grew wider when he found one that emitted different colours; pink, blue, yellow, red... He didn't hesitate to pick it and wipe the dust from its cover. “Omnes Fere Emius.” was written in large golden letters. From the little Latin he learned at high school, he could understand it

He hoped that was the shift Eliza would make. Oliver paced in front of the campfire. “It’s boring as hell here,” he complained. “I’d rather be where you are.” Richard vigorously shook his head. “Brett means to search for that she-wolf. He says he has a special gift that helps him know things. He has a bad feeling about her. He’s worried,” he explained. “All the more reason to have me with you,” Oliver insisted. “What if you run into hunters?”

she complained. “Nor do I,” I agreed. “What time is it, anyway?” “It’s three in the morning,” she said. I hopped off the bed. “I need to go clean up.” She slid off the other side of the bed and slipped on her robe. “I’m up now. I might as well fix us some hot chocolate. Maybe it will help us go back to sleep.” I smiled my thanks and headed for the bedroom door. “Esmerelda?” she said with hesitancy. When I stopped walking and looked at her, questioningly, she said, “Ghosts don’t have semen, right?”