Dark Elves Books Novels & Stories

“Before mankind, when the Fae ruled all corners of this world, the Elves were the next greatest in numbers. When mankind came, during the many wars that were fought as they spread and pushed us back, the Elves divided into two camps. Those that believe that mankind are like children, and need a gentle, guiding hand, to recognise their wrongs and to learn and grow from them, and those that see mankind as a plague, that needs to be eradicated to the last child. “They began to call themselves the Light and the Dark. The last great wars were devastating on the numbers of the Dark Elves, and they withdrew into this mountain range. We believe they wait until they are again many and then will resum

Her hair dangled, but was too drained to even move a finger. "Give me the book," Olga demanded. Her voice echoed, like a strong wind going with a storm. Mherkealla smirked. "I swear to protect this book with my life, Olga. If I die, I'll take it with me," Mherkealla said, hoarsely. Her consciousness was slowly fading. Another drop of blood. Olga traced Mherkealla's being and a sly smile formed from her lips. She found the bravery an obtuse act. If only Mherkealla could understand better, things wouldn't have come to this.

The rink along her finger taps about on the wooden, outer exterior. The larger man finds himself in the public library. The establishment is made with countless bookshelves that are on their last leg. It seems that they only stand up out of the will of defiance rather than curiosity about the creature’s knowledge. Among all the peasants that are reading, some are ripping pages out of the book and eating the paper, though these people are poor and few and far between, Garth is still able to beam his eyes around the community and spot them, though he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his right-hand reaches to the top of one of the bookshelves. The top shelves are home to books that have not been

Then, Chloe saw a ghost of a smile from Jucel's lips. Outside their circle, Mai was fuming. "How dare you kill my men!" Ignoring her, Jucel opened a book that she conjured from somewhere and flipped through the pages. "You brought a book with you?" Chloe asked as she moved closer. Jucel nodded and said, "I've read about them. There were elves and dwarves around the Eastern Woods of the Diana Province. Dwarves are much slender but stronger minds than elves. They might be smaller than us but their strategies were great. I heard they participated in the war fifty years ago."

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

I hug him quickly, “I love you.” Dark energy lashed out from Volkava, striking the ground and tearing through stone, forcing Draven back before he surged forward again. He was relentless and I admired that. But I could see the solution—my gaze snapped to the book on the slab. It laid there—just like it was watching. Then, I ran. “Elara—!” Draven shouted and Volkava hit him so hard he dropped to one knee but I didn’t stop because I finally understood why it existed. Why the book of Ancient spells existed.

A cross between a golden retriever and a long-haired polar bear with ball joints and the ability to straighten up on its hind legs and strike with its paws when attacked. Fortunately, these proles only lived in small family groups, because they were really serious opponents. Oh, what was I saying? All proles were serious opponents, no matter how small or large they were. For the first time in human history we had an enemy that we could not easily deal with, and we owed that to two parties.

There was the odour of old wood that was hundreds or maybe thousands of years old. This is one of the historians Alves Alvario's seven records. I could tell this individual was not human just by the name. He was most certainly an elf, presuming that elves could live a long life and that the individual had lived long enough to be able to write such books. I leafed through the book. I'm Alves Alvaro, an ordinary historian. If somebody wants to locate me, they may look through my other titles. Grand Sage should be one of my many titles, but you wouldn't find me anyplace except the realms of the elves.

Teacher Fernando walk beside the window and watch the large field. The author of Illuminating Darkness has weird taste of writing history. The world building of Illuminating Darkness is kinda weird in some aspect, but lore must be quite superb dahil naging sikat itong libro. “His heart turned into the dragons; His kidneys turned into the Elves; His ears turned into beast people; His liver turned into mystical creatures; His brain turned into dwarves. His spirit became the seven orthodox Gods, and His knowledge gave birth to humanity.” pagpapatuloy nito habang naka-tingin parin sa labas.

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.