Bow Before The Elf Queen Novels & Stories

In the heart of the realm stood the majestic ELENDOR Castle, its spires reaching toward the heavens. Inside the castle's grand halls, ELARA walked with a sense of purpose. She had returned after a long journey, eager to reunite with her friends and mentors. As she stepped into the Royal Hall, she was greeted by the warm smiles of QUEEN AMALIA and MENTOR AERON. "Welcome back, Elara," QUEEN AMALIA said, her regal presence radiating warmth. "It's been too long." ELARA bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Your Majesty. It's an honor to be home."

But the Elf had made up her mind, it wasn't in their nature to just turn their backs on their decision. She didn't hesitate. She didn't think about it. She went on limping with the two sticks and the two young Meivs stood looking at her until she varnished into and mingled with the forest. Curl and Little Ben looked at each other in confusion, and Curl especially was weakened and at that moment he felt nothing, but sorrow and grief had the best of his inner body. He shaked his head like a soldier who had dropped down his sword even though he shouldn't.

“Now, Elara. Or he loses an eye.” I took a step forward, not towards the pillar, but towards Vorian, my hands raised in a gesture of surrender. Kaelen’s sharp intake of breath was a knife in my heart. “Alright,” I said, my voice trembling convincingly. “Just… don’t hurt him. I’ll do it.” I took another step, closing the distance to Vorian and the pillar. My back was to the Morvana-echo, but I could feel its cold, anticipatory attention.

Still talking. I moved carefully. My boots barely brushed the ground. I kept low, close to the walls of the huts, slipping behind root-covered structures and mushroom-shaped homes like shadow on shadow. I crouched beside a barrel, then slid silently beneath a hanging curtain of vines. I was close enough now to hear. “…the order came straight from the king,” one of the elves whispered, voice sharp as flint. “He wants them shackled before sunrise.” “But they’ve eaten the silver, haven’t they?” the second murmured. “They won’t fight back.”

She winked at us and smiled, “Yes they did.” Then Levi approaches us with a tiny blonde woman with bright blue eyes. She was just too cute for words. Levi smiled, “Breena Pari, of the Fairy Kingdom, meet my brother, Prince Elliot and his new mate… is that Elisabeth?!” Elliot and I laugh, and I chime in, “Elisabeth of the White Witch Coven. But it’s just Elisa now.” Levi laughs, “Bro! All of our prayers were answered!” Elliot smiles, “Yes they were. If you’ll excuse us, we want to talk to Queen Winnie and mom and dad.” Levi chuckles, “In a hurry to get out of here?” Elliot laughed and just shook his head as we walked away.

“Well, what if their role is to protect the princess or the queen. It’s not necessarily that they have to protect me, Lily, Guardian of the Realm, but Lily the Princess of Araphyra, or Lily the future Queen of Araphyra.” "It would make sense that they would be protecting the queen and future queen. I can see the elves of old putting something like that into place. Elves are very protective of their mates, as you know.” “Yeah, that I know.” I say sarcastically, thinking of Aolis, before turning back. “So what about this last part?” Only through her triumph Against the darkness to come Can their species Be born again

Loner than Ronn even, and that's saying something'. The doors open again. Lightening flashes through from the sky outside but it's not Argell or Gylen or Caivan or any of the others that enters. Saelyna freezes at the sight of the man that limps in, then suddenly dashes towards him, with me tagging behind her. He turns and spots us, a slow, familiar smile building along his face. He grabs Saelyna in a one-armed embrace, giving me a fond look above her head. 'Well' Quain says, 'For an elf, you don't look so bad in a robe'.

Not nervous. Just… calm. “I do,” Ivy said softly. Eliana stilled. Something about that answer didn’t feel right. Didn’t sound right. Because it didn’t sound like submission. It sounded like certainty. Before Eliana could respond A voice cut in. “That’s enough.” All heads turned. Ethan Cross. He stood a short distance away, his presence alone enough to shift the atmosphere. His gaze moved briefly between them sharp, assessing. Then settled on Eliana. “This isn’t necessary,” he said.

Oliver took a deep breath, placing both of his palms against the wood. “Brace yourself,” he said, and pushed the doors open. Immediately, my vision was flooded with bright light and my head filled with the roar of hundreds of voices, all shouting in unison. “LONG LIVE VALERIA!” they cried. “VALERIA HAS RETURNED!” I put on my best smile, giving a little wave to the crowd. They just cheered louder. My heart swelled, grateful for the applause and encouragement. “Welcome, Valeria!” The head Elder, Geoffrey, called over the crowd. The din died down, our pack listening to him speak. “We are sincerely glad you have been returned to us, by the grace of Selene!”

He steadies me with one hand, while raising the other like he’s surrendering. “It is Lothar, your king. I come seeking Fiona’s aid.” His deep voice rumbles, echoing off the trees around us. I look around, wildly searching for whoever he is speaking to, and finally my eyes catch on movement; hair fluttering in the almost non-existent breeze. A woman walks into our path, her green eyes shining brightly in the dim, and her dark hair cascading in waves down over her shoulders, she has the aura of a lioness ready to defend her home.