Crazy Elf Novels & Stories

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.

My desk mate had a fiery temper and stood up to retort, "This is hilarious. Who's jealous of your man? Only you treasure Nash. In everyone else's eyes, what is he? An artist with a disabled hand, a bottom-tier student who can't get into college?" Upon hearing these words, Nash's face darkened, and the onlookers' expressions, like they were watching a show, made the usually proud Nash find it somewhat unbearable.

I squinted my eyebrows, and he chuckled. “I am the King because I am the most powerful elf… little flower.” He said matter-of-factly. Our driver chuckled, and I noticed his pointy ears. He was also an elf. Our driver moved along, and once we were on the road and close to the forest, Aelfred lifted his hands and created a portal, which we crossed -SUV included—into the Elf Realm. The regular forest scenery changed into something magical. There were trees around us, but they were colorful and shimmering. The trees were not only green but also orange, pink, and yellow. I bit my lower lip; this place was beautiful.

As I looked to my right, I saw the little elf laughing like a maniac, making me scared for a second. Which spirit has taken over her?

Kristen asked. “Now we aren’t going to get any sleep!” He complained and everyone burst out in laughter. The years had been nice to them and he was forever grateful that he agreed to shackle himself to a crazy girl and that crazy girl agreed to marry him, a crazy guy. Somehow they managed to create a crazy family. Charlie and Dorian had started arguing about something; Bea wanted to touch the baby. Ethan suddenly wanted to go to his sister. They managed to make the hospital a madhouse. His eyes caught Kristen’s over the ruckus and he smiled.

Odd. Mohan walked up to me, “I wouldn’t take his comment this morning to heart, he is awful when it comes to joking.” He laughed, “We wouldn’t have left you behind.” “Apparently humor isn’t an elf trait.” “Neither is showing emotion.” Mohan shared. “It really is foreign to us.” “Except Frey, that guy is all emotion, someone messed u his training.” Ezryn commented. “We should catch up with the others.” I stated, picking up the pace.

My jaw dropped as my eyes bulged from their sockets, I knew that name seemed familiar, something I’ve only read in fairy tales that I never knew existed. Suddenly Cassandra burst out laughing, “Are you serious right now? A fucking elf is our special guest? You got to be fucking kidding me.”

Abele carefully reminded her people. Everyone knew that humans liked to capture elves. Even if these elves might not look as good as they imagined, it would not stop humans from doing something crazy. The warriors were on high alert, fearing that something might happen to them. … In the meantime, a human escaped from the dangerous cage. Everyone called him Loony. Indeed, Loony was running around like a headless fly as his name suggested. “I’m running out of time!” Other humans were annoyed by his yelling and quickly avoided this crazy person, lest they were affected by him.

It doesn't have to be three minutes (it sounded like a good number). "Hurry up," yelled Jofrorli. "We don't got all day." "This is a waste of time," said a man with large hooped earrings hanging from his long pointed ears. He was an elf, but he didn't look anything like the elves I had seen in movies. His features were sharp like one, but his body was quite lanky. His fingers were long like a pianist, and his hair was tied up in a ponytail rising upwards then pointing down. He wore loose clothing that fitted his body nicely, with it not being too loose or tight. "The kid already knows the stupid technique."

“You do appear to be in a difficult circumstance.” Randey found it odd that the Elf would have a sense of humor at a time like this. Of course he found much about him odd, since he had never before encountered an Elf. The Jivanaar’s pale, almost golden skin and golden eyes were alien enough, and combined with the exotic points of his ears and flowing pale hair he was both beautiful and imposing. An unmistakable aura of confidence radiated from him, as well as from his companion. “We are most grateful,” Randey said, wincing at the recurring pain in his side.