Crazy Elf Novels & Stories

"Next item up for auction! It's an animal-shaped elf! The starting price is 20,000 gold coins!" An elf! The only intelligent races on this continent are humans, monsters, and elves. Monsters live outside the kingdom's jurisdiction, and elves don't have a fixed habitat. They are born in nature, so they are not common in cities. I've never seen an elf with my own eyes. Finally, something new! I jumped up from the sofa and looked at the center of the stage. In a wire cage was a small, thin, black cat, looking sickly, almost emaciated, huddled in a dying state.

Sometimes she behaved crazy and said things without explanation. “I’m in a good mood, Oppenheimer, and for that I'll tell you what I am.” She said having a relaxed look now. Was she really going to do it, or maybe it’s a trap to get me to say something. I decided to stay quiet and just watch. “I am not a werewolf Elsa, neither am I a monster. I'm something greater, something divine and untamed, I am a god.”

“I heard some rumors of you roaming quarters where you shouldn’t be. Is this what you normally wear out? My heart was in my mouth in seconds, but I smiled to hide the terror. Did someone see me going into that sex club? “Well France is a big country, your sources have to be more specific.” She laughed, “And so is Chile, I see that your stay must’ve been great, you are glowing. Is that from the sun or a hotblooded Chilean hunk?” “I guess you’d have to pay your sources handsomely to get that scoop, Celia.” I winked at her. I was proud of my flary showmanship and so was dad based on the chipper grin on his face behind the cameraman.

he asked. "That's right, there are many gods that we worshiped in our village. They would reward those that worked hard in their jobs by granting a Job," said the same elf that had praised him before. His name was Edward Sylph. He was tall, pale-white-skinned, with long blonde hair and sharp emerald eyes, although his left eye was white, seemingly having lost vision after a former slave master slashed it with a knife. "I see… So it is something exclusive of Elves?" asked Chaos.

Mom says. I pull her closer to me, and I look at dad. I tell mom about what dad and I discussed at the office today and about the elves. She says that it is a strong possibility. “I remember those elves and they weren’t just elves. They had something else mixed in their blood but I don’t know what it was. Most of them were too tall to be pure elves and they all had these voices that sounded sickenly sweet. They could talk anyone into doing anything. I swear in a few of them I could almost see a wolf in them but not a normal wolf.” Mom adds.

"Stupidity it is. I know you're alone. I also know you come here every day. Hasn't anyone taught you to be more circumspect in your daily life? Stop following the same path. Change your routines now and then. Don't be so humanly predictable. I really am surprised Vargas had such a hard time killing you." "And yet, he's dead, and I'm alive." Rhychard turned and glanced down at the elf, the Unseelie a full head shorter than the Warrior, but then again, Rhychard reached five inches past six feet, so most people were. "Aren't dark elves supposed to be…taller?" The elf shrugged, his shoulders thin under his tunic. "Aren't Warriors supposed to be smarter? But, then again, you are a human. Perhaps

Rustle! Ten branches as thick as the arm of a baby stretched out. The ten youngsters stared at them and stretched out their hands piously, waiting for the Elf Divine Tree to give them ever-young fruits. The other elves all had blessing smiles on their faces. But suddenly, the ten branches tangled the ten youngsters like snakes, emitting a strong green light. "Ah..." The youngsters screamed in unison, almost instantly, they turned into ten mummies. They had still been alive just now but turned into mummies in the blink of an eye, which shocked everyone present.

"Garnarld took him. I need to know where he went." Lily muttered with annoyance. "How would I know? I was here, chained to death." The elf smirked but screamed when she pushed the dagger a little deeper. "Worthless, elf. You think I'm kidding here?" she muttered, abruptly realizing that was the perfect word to describe this sorry excuse for a pet. Elfy was a weak, greedy fool who offered nothing to the world. He didn’t even make a decent pet.

The strength of his arm was not comparable to my small and feminine body. The people around looked at us and shook their heads, laughing. As if already used to seeing me crying like a little girl when being told to go home by her mother. Believe it or not, this had become my daily life in this new world. ======================================================== * Haier-Elvian : Mixed of human and elf races. * Esze : The system name of magic that exists in this world. * Viglet : A small wand to extract Esze from the circuits in the body.

Cassia and Radcliff shortened the journey by using a magic portal. A male elf came over to the Archway. His long hair fell to his waist and was platinum gold. His ears were pointed, and his nose was pointed. His skin was radiant white. His face was so handsome, and his eyes were blue like the color of the sky. He was tall, slim, and light. His movements were so agile that nobody could hear his footsteps. A mysterious aura emitted from his body. He was the Elf Warrior who had picked up Draco and Astrid on their first visit. Upon closer examination, Astrid realized that the elf knight's face resembled that of Cassia.