Dark Elves Books Novels & Stories

Two souls, the other by which a mortal princess and the one who is the immortal God, from Yin and Yang, the love that was created, the two souls that pave the way for the dimensions, their shattered hearts, their souls created the 7 Books. “To the sin of this world, move forward, but look back, in the game that was manipulated from the start, change your loop and wake up, before it’s too late.” With the howling whisper as the weakest and coldest voice echoes. The seven books had finally made their way, as each book is predestined to own one of the sins. Now as HE created the dolls and the worlds alternating the original, the chess game HE is playing is setting everything to his desire.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

She’d used the floating particles to make herself visible. Elsabet stared into the emptiness, averting her attention back to the book in her hands. The cover said, ‘The Book of Immortals’. Thick leather decorated with interweaving vines and roses. She recognized the depiction as the emblem found throughout the castle. Covering doors and tables, even the drawbridge. She drew a breath, realizing what she likely held. “Thank you.” Elsabet held it reverently as she made way back to her chair to read. It told of men who’d been born and raised in the Upper Lands, the world above Ardae, who’d found their way into Ardae to avoid a second persecution.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: Friday night was consumed with nightmares and at 4am I decided to give up trying to sleep. I leaned over to my nightstand and pulled out a book and a reading light. Might as well take this time to get something useful done rather than scroll away on I*******m again. It had been a bit but I was finally reading to finish the last book in this fantasy romance series I loved. I hadn’t wanted the story to end so I had put off reading the last book. I loved the romance between the two main characters, a bad-guy fae who turned out to be the good guy all along, and a human girl who finds herself thrown into a world of magic. I just loved their relationship, and the whole concept

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

"Well, enough of that. I said that I wished you to understand our ways better. If you really want to become Sol's advisor, you can't just use the information found in books. I am pretty sure your race has a rather bad view of us and still see us as some kind of barbarians." The Brown-haired girl sighed a little as she nodded, "Indeed. Some of our books call you uncultured apes or hairless baboons. Then again, we even see angels as smart pigeons, beast-kin as crazy beasts, demons as parasites, and Dwarves as greedy midgets. So nothing personal." The purple-haired girl had to stop a rather unbecoming laugh from spilling. Though she understood that this wasn't an exaggeration. After all, elves

I am the elf. I head back the way I came, my arrow and bow in hand. Gylen's roars reach my ears, those distinctive low barks of his. I know he's losing the fight even without being there, and when I turn the corner, I see why. He's not battling a wolf alone. Undead men punished by mages in the days before the Ruin, they are exactly how I had seen them in those books Saelyna and I used to snoop around with. Tall, broad, all black and clad in armour, wielding a large battle axe. There are gashes in Gylen's skin, and while he's fighting hard, he obviously doesn't know a dragur doesn't die. At least not by claws.

He barely understood what he was reading, but when he spoke them aloud, the creature screamed. It recoiled, its molten gaze flickering. Then, with a final, ear-splitting wail, it fled, vanishing into the darkness. Rael collapsed to his knees. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. Elior was at his side instantly. “What the abyss was that?” Rael shook his head. His hands trembled around the book. “I think… I think it remembered me.” Silence fell once more. Then Myrra pointed ahead, her face pale.

**This is Book 5 of the Elemental Dragon Series. While this book can be read as a standalone, it is recommended that you read the first four books in the series, starting with The Arena. References to other story lines and past situations will not be reiterated in this story.** I'm standing here in the arena once again, staring at this arrogant asshole who thinks that he can claim me and make me his dragon. This time, it’s an elf prince.