Dark Elf Malekith Novels & Stories

"I will not fail the Council's trust." As the meeting concluded, Eliad returned to his quarters to prepare for the journey. The path to Solasa and perhaps the Summit of D'Gnilth would take him deep into high elf territory, a place he typically avoided due to their insufferable superiority complex. But discomfort was a small price to pay. Dark elves had always disturbed him, with their shadow magic and manipulative ways. The thought of them holding a human captive, especially one who might have been coming to visit his people, stirred something protective and indignant in his chest.

These were not the creatures they had faced in the Glade; these were different, stronger, far more organized. Lyra, her senses heightened, recognized the markings on their twisted forms. They were the remnants of the Obsidian Pack, a group believed to have been eradicated centuries ago. Their leader, a hulking brute named Malazar, was a figure whispered about in hushed tones, a wolf of immense power and ruthless ambition, one who had once threatened to plunge their world into eternal darkness. His return was a nightmare made real.

Eyeing me aghast he looked at Hella and said, “Malrik sent over one of his minions, Jasper and it's because of her. Jasper says Malrik wants to have dinner here or we could go to his land so he can meet the woman who snubbed Ronan. Apparently, word has traveled quickly.” Cackling, Hella said, “Well she's the only one capable of thawing that bastard's frozen heart but he doesn't deserve her power.” Sitting there at a loss I glanced between them and finally asked who the hell was this Malrik.” “We aren't the only pack on this cursed land. Malrik Durin is a Dire Wolf King who is like you but opposite. He is ice, pale skin with long white hair while you are dark with fire, and believe you me, he

When he finished I cleared my throat. "My friend speaks that language. What is it?" I asked curiously and he eyed me strangely. "It is Unseelie, I saw your memories of the brownies, you know the fairies," Azrael said. I nodded and told him I had gone to the fairy realm in my younger years and saw trolls making him grin. "I am a Dökkálfar or a dark elf and half mage. I was cursed for the misdeeds of my past and will spend eternity within this realm giving judgment," he said softly. My heart hurt for him and I reached out and patted his hand.

"Alpha Maleek, you know what, I'm kinda beginning to like you. I know you can't see, so I'll help you out. I'll spell it loud and clear for you to hear… YOU’RE SURROUNDED, MALEEK! and even if y'all can move right now, by a snap of my fingers, I'll tear this pack of yours in half." "This is the Mountain Dew pack, and that is never going to happen. You're never gonna be able to conquer this pack. I'm giving you the chance to go back to wherever you are coming from, or you and your warriors won't live to see the next day." Malik retorted, trying to maintain his cold aura.

His posture as he fell eliminated the impact. "JA" showing a proud expression with a thumb up, his words along with a smile denoted great self-confidence. Zark could swear he saw a gleam come out of his smile. He was a young man brimming with energy. His white hair moved along his shoulders reflecting his surroundings. The blue color of his pupils made his eyes sparkle like those of an outgoing rogue. His long, pointed ears and grayish skin revealed that he was a Drow, better known as Dark Elves, a relative of the High Elves and Wood Elves.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

Kris says, fully catching my attention before my eyelids started to become heavy. "His mother was one of the first Dark Witches to exist back then." He rubs his eyes sleepishly again. My eyes fluttered open, and I sat up from his arms. "He's a Wizard too?" I gasped, bringing my hands over my mouth. Kris chuckles at my reactions and grabs me back into his arms. What a hybrid of a being The King is!

I hissed in the end. 'Please, let this not be some rebirth shit explanation! I am done with those on novels!' "I am Menes, Emperor of Eckhathnaten, or you can call it in its modern term, Egypt," he started, throwing me an arrogant grin. "With the help of my priest's black magic, I lived through time. I cheated death. I exist to ensure the war—the war I created between the dragons and werewolves—would never end." "And what is my role in all of this? I am just a human!"

They were wearing the very same black armor like the dokkalfars, their hairs and eyes were pitch dark, but their facial appearance and skin color were the same as other elves and were as handsome and beautiful as normal elves. "Kekekeke... That trash, Eldjorne fell in the trap. I wonder how a trash like him became the young chief of the Eladrin!" The young ellon gave a sinister laugh and looked toward the direction of the young chief with disgust. This young ellon was not the most handsome and beautiful among the ambushing team, but his strong blood-lusting aurora defined him as the leader of the team. "Young master Lykarth, should we attack now?" An impatient ellon asked while cracking his