Dark Haired Elf Novels & Stories

King by day, villain by night. The thought made me smile. At the far end of the hall, the Dark Elf King paced like a caged predator. His long cloak swept behind him with every step, dark as spilled ink. His hair, white as frost, caught the torchlight in a way that made him look carved from the moon itself. His presence filled the room even more than his guards did. I didn't like mixing myself in matters relating to race. I often am caught on the shortest end of the stick among my pears. As I was a trafficker and abused and they graciously retold.

They usually have blonde hair, green or blue eyes, and pale skin. The second race of elves is the dark elves. These elves are rarer; they live in cave-like cities, in Elvengard. They are able to see in the dark, they can control shadows and move through shadows, and they also have exceptional physical strength and agility. They usually have white hair, brown, black, or green eyes, and dark skin.

As they parted to allow the newcomers into the circle, I could see the distinct features of pointed ears and fair, otherworldly beauty that marked them as elves. My hands are white-knuckled, holding tightly to the arms of the chair as if they were the only thing keeping me grounded. My knuckles are pale and my fingers are shaking slightly. The elf's hands gracefully reached up to the hood, pulling it back to reveal the sight of a stunning female with long, golden hair that seemed to glow with its ethereal aura. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of purple like amethysts catching the light and reflecting it in an otherworldly sheen. The other elf was a towering figure, standing at least seven

The big blonde felt it right away, and groaned - with relief. - "That should feel a bit better." I said, with my best bedside manner. - "Thanks." she said. - "You are very welcome." I said, with a smile and a wink for Earrings, who smiled back. The remainder of their party came around from the other side of the dragon. Two more women: one was Exotic Ravenhair, in her ornate armor - the one who had knocked me out, last night. The other was an elf. Wood elf, of course - not High Elf. You rarely see any of the Old Ones anymore. This elf had hair so blonde it was practically white. Cute, too. I had to shake my head; was membership in this group open only to very attractive women?

While the young chief was proceeding forward along with his followers, a young ellon with five companions was awaiting for them like some hungry wolves for its delicious prey to the left side of the valley. 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.

And her dark hair only confirming that she couldn’t possibly be natural. The elves were said to have the palest eyes, a deep and beautiful blue or green; not amber. And of course, the ears were different from mortals. But Astria was an anomaly, neither a Deus nor an Elf, she was an outsider a half-breed monster that others argue should have been destroyed at birth. But her mother had saved her, given her life when all others would have forsaken her. And yet now, they had to run to hold onto that gift, forced to hide and mask who she was.

She knew the common tongue well. Keyla smiled at her in return. The Elf was clad in clothing that was more typical for a Grenyaar among humans. Soft trousers and supple boots, both of natural tan colors, with a pale green short-sleeved top over which was a deep green vest. A quiver of arrows was slung over her shoulder, and she bore a short sword on her belt. In some ways, the Elf reminded her of Damara Edon. She remembered seeing Randey’s mother in her fighting gear more than once, and she had been most imposing. Of course, Damara certainly did not have Taiya’s golden-hued hair or delicate elven features – and certainly not the pointed ears – but Taiya had an air of fierceness that was more

He chuckled and asked where I'd heard that. "Faelon told me he has ljósálfar blood and Lucian carries dökkálfar blood," I mumbled sourly. "Well, princess one is of the light where the other is of the dark. I am dökkálfar or dark elf like I told you before and am Unseelie," he said with a grin. I furrowed my brow in complete confusion. "So the dark angel is of the light? Surely you jest," I huffed.

It’s as if he is silently daring me to disobey him. The Elf appears at the mouth of the cave, stepping into the dim light. He is tall, unnaturally graceful, his silver hair falling like liquid silk over his shoulders. It takes me a moment, but I realize he is the same Elf I stumbled upon in the woods. The color of his hair and eyes has changed. The faint glow of his eyes—pale and predatory—sends a chill down my spine. He stands there, studying us with a cruel smile tugging at his lips.

—there, but not really there. Out of the corner of his eye, Rhychard watched as a dark elf stepped up beside him, his arms folded inside a dark tunic, hidden from view. Dark hair fell over his shoulders and down his back, his pointy ears pushing through the ebony strands. His red cat-eyes stared at the collapsed building in front of them, his bluish lips pressed into a thin line, his face the color of ash. "How do you know I'm alone, and Kree isn't a few feet away, ready to shred you to pieces?"