Dark Elf Malekith Novels & Stories

“You’re — you’re normal. I mean, you — you’re a local, and you’re — you’re not —” “Not what? Not a cat? Arik, my father cheated this pack, murdered Ian and Matthew’s cousin — you know, Janet’s nephew? And then tried to set them all up for a pack war with the Kimballs and get us all killed. And yes, you were in on that too, but not the way my dearly fucking departed dad was, okay? I’m human. And a warlock. At least you’re a shifter!” “Fuck you, Nate,” he said, and turned his face away.

He was much better at the logistical stuff. "Goddess, isn't she amazing?" he mindlinked me as soon as I was in his field of vision, pointing his snout toward the battlefield. And then I saw what he meant. A petite but fierce white wolf was holding her own, taking down enemies twice her size. It was quite a sight to see. As bad of a reputation as his mate had, she was fucking badass. He then turned to me and clearly must have just noticed there was someone on my back. "Is that Alpha Blake?"

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

He was doing this. His one arm was extended. Palms towards Elora as he looked at Alexandria. With eyes that no one has seen before. They were silver. Pure silver. And Thora felt a shiver run down her spine. No! This is not possible! No! This has happened in the history. It can't happen now. It's the death wolf taking full control of Thaneos. He will loose his humanity if this happens. He will go on a rampage killing everyone. Friends or foe.

Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him. Mikhail, though slightly smaller, was equally impressive. His fur was a dark grey, almost silver, with streaks of black running through it. His eyes were a warm amber, glowing with a fierce intelligence and cunning. Mikhail’s movements were swift and agile, embodying a lethal blend of strength and speed. Fully shifted, they both let out a collective howl, a sound that echoed through the forest, a signal to everyone that the devil is back . They sprinted through the woods, their paws barely making a sound on the forest floor, moving as one cohesive unit.

“You are an amazing woman, my love.” The young hybrid male, Mikhail, takes the unknown female’s hand and steps forward. I arch a brow when he stops in front of me. “Lucifer, we’re here to help your mate.” I bow my head humbly before I turn my gaze to the young Seraphim female. Her mouth gapes open as she takes me in. Mikhail nudges her shoulder and says, “This is my mate, Nevaeh. Her father is Mathias, the head of the Council.”

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

And you would have been killed had I not been here. "So I'm supposed to thank you,dear dark lord,for saving my life," she coughed pushing his hand away as she felt some sparks when he touched her. He was the cutest creature she had seen so far. He had red eyes like a ruby gem,his blonde hair was long reaching his shoulder,his skin was pure white which would definitely glow as a lamp in the dark.He was also tall with broad shoulders,his packs were still so visible even with the black hoodie he wore

"Feel like talking now? Sorry about killing your motorcycle. There is a good bus system here in town you can use." The elf glared at him. Rhychard knew the elf couldn't leave. He wasn't a gargoyle, the dogs of the Unseelie Court. He was a dark elf, equal to the Seelie Sidhe. Vargas would have him killed if he returned alive without killing the Warrior. This battle was not over. Not by a long shot.