Dark Haired Elf Novels & Stories

“While I appreciate the view, gorgeous, I have to ask if you’re okay. We don’t get many like you around here.” I whip around at the man’s voice. I hadn’t even heard him approach. The serape falls, hiding my body from his view. His hair is a reddish brown, his eyes the color of smoky quartz. He is tall, but not as tall as I am. Elves tend to be taller than most, although I remember that the dragon was taller than I am, taller even than Yhendorn. I lift my nose in the air, the man is a fox shifter.

His fingers, once unassuming, now twitched with anticipation, eager to grasp the dark powers that lay just beyond his reach. Helen, too, bore the marks of her otherworldly existence. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded like an inky waterfall down her back, framing a face that seemed to defy the laws of time. Her delicate features held an ethereal allure, an enchantment that whispered of forgotten secrets and forbidden knowledge. And those emerald eyes, so captivating and mesmerizing, were the windows to a soul steeped in darkness.

I laid my head on his shoulder and looked at him. "Do you turn into that bright ball thing after all your tasks are finished or do you continue to age," I asked curiously and he sighed. "When dark elves' tasks are all finished we turn into a ball of energy and go to bury ourselves to become trees in Alfheim forest. I'm very ancient Skye and have done many tasks and have discovered my new ones over the centuries. Joining with you was one that I have enjoyed greatly," he said sincerely as he brushed back my hair.

I made my way over with smile on my face. “Hay Darren,” I called out as I got closer “Its so great to see you.” I reach around and give him a quick hug. “You too kiddo.” He beams back at me, “Your Dad would be so proud of the warrior you've become Avalon.” Ben did not get his hair from his Dad, but he did get his build. Darren was a powerhouse. His size dwarfed me. Even his wife Marlene looked like an insect next to her husband and son. His face was battle weary, sporting a large scar that ran from his forehead down his cheek and finished just at the opening of his shirt collar. His dark brown hair peppered with silver. He was the definition of Hunter. Badass and not afraid to show it.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

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

My powers doesn't allow my clothes to shred into pieces. " Alpha black I think we the youth are ready to take down the bigger wolves." Elijah said giving me a smirk silently checking me out, he was still an upcoming warriors and the hottest of all at least to me. But the age difference between us was huge, he was only twenty and I was twenty four which was a no no. " He his nothing compared to our mate. “my wolf interrupted my thoughts without invitation. " Oh you think you are ready ,why do you fight me then.” I said with a seductive smile. Harmless flirting wasn't bad it's not like I was loosing my virginity to him.

Each of them has their own special powers. The aquatic elves had an appearance of blue skin with white stripes and patches or deep green skin, mottled and striped with brown. They live inside water having the ability to detect minute changes in the currents of the water and could hear sounds underwater that surface dwellers could not perceive. Dark elves live in caves, having a purple skin, which is usually of a very dark, almost black hue having powers; strength, speed, stamina, durability, agility, and reflexes. Some Dark Elves, like Malekith, can use fairy magic to shapeshift, teleport, and project energy blasts, deep elves live in darkness underground having strength, intelligence and de

They revealed themselves at midday. Two figures stepped out from behind a cluster of boulders. They were tall and slender, their skin the color of ash, their hair white as bone. Dark elves. Their eyes were solid black, no whites, no pupils, just darkness that seemed to drink the light. They wore leather armor studded with metal spikes, and each carried a curved blade at their hip. The taller one smiled. His teeth were sharp. "Travelers," he said. His voice was smooth, almost musical. "What brings you so close to our border?"

I comment, “That’s normal for a human, and normal for many other Daemonaria. I look a lot like an Elf, as you suggested. But people will know me as a Trickster even if I keep my mouth shut and don’t bare my fangs simply because Elves don’t have brown eyes.” “Oh, so it’s like an immediate giveaway. That’s why you hide your ears all the time.”