Dark Haired Elf Novels & Stories

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.”

Lijn implored her Mate , who pulled her by the hand forcefully toward him, gently thumping his chest. " Don't interfere, Ardina." I looked at him angrily. What does he think? Does he see her weak or what just because she can't transform? She pushed him stubbornly, "I'll interfere." Darkle's Mate smiled, advancing toward her, and immediately Zayn put it in front of his back, afraid of getting hurt “ What a weakness.” Nya, with long black curly hair, provoked her, unworthy of an old woman like her, right? But her slim, very white body, the beauty of her features, not a single gray hair, and those green eyes reflect her age.

[A/N:- This chapter is exclusively for the Beauty 'DUA' and the BEAST 'ARIN' from another dimension. What happens if they meet before the tragedy or Dua never falls into the Dark World or never gets reborn but simply clashes with ARIN KASHYAP, makes him insane for her, and gets married to him? Let's read now] DUARIN:- Shades Of LOVE 1} (MATURE Content 18+) ARIN KASHYAP's POV:-

"No — im... impossible!" The ground under the Shadowpine line split open. Not much. Just enough. Roots burst up like spears, wrapping around legs, tripping wolves mid-charge. My old pack mates yelled and slashed at them. One shaman in the back started chanting, hands glowing green, trying to push back whatever the hell I'd just done. Gunnar stared at me, eyes wide for the first time since I met him. "Elva —"

At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her. She sighed, remembering the last town, the last school, the last narrow escape. The coven was always a step behind her, their sinister intentions cloaked in shadow but ever-present. She couldn’t afford to grow attached, couldn’t afford to make friends or enemies. But she knew this routine all too well. Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close.

Morana's blushing face and panting breath were really beautiful in Daniel's eyes, the man looked at Morana as if he wanted to eat her right then and there. The monster inside him writhed as Daniel tried to suppress his innermost desires. After all of Morana's body stopped shaking and she slowly opened her eyes with a look in her eyes that was hard to digest, Daniel looked back at her as if he was dreaming and Morana was the object of his darkest dream.

She is a rare breed. There was a grin on his face as she stepped out of the car, it was amusing how she showed up with a flashy car just to prove whatever she was going on about. His eyes were still on her before they strolled toward the woman that came out from the other side of the car. She was as tall as a model, skinny, and tanned skin. Her brown curly hair and her black leather jacket matched perfectly with the short bright crazy jean that stopped underneath her ass. She was the definition of a badass.

My wolf growls softly, the hair on the back of my neck rising. Elora stands in the center of the room as if she’d been expecting me. A woman of ageless beauty, her long, silver hair cascades in wild waves between her slim shoulders. Her eyes, a captivating shade of violet, sparkle with mischief and secrets untold. Her skin is sun-kissed, bronze from wandering the forest collecting whatever she needs for her magic. Any other man would say she was beautiful. But I know the truth behind the mask. "Ezra," she says, her voice a haunting melody. "You've returned."

It would be bad to displease them. These were my thoughts as I stood outside the school he attended, like a love-stricken puppy. I wore a peach summer dress, contrary to what vampires would usually wear but who cared? I’ve always been a sucker for bright colors. And we were in the Elven Kingdom, not the Kingdom of darkness and Zoraidas… “Hey,” I looked back at who called me, only to see a good-looking Elf smiling and flashing me his set of whites. His hair was like Gerald’s in the Witchers, long to the bridge of his shoulders, a black and gold shade mixed together.

Present time The man they rescued was large, broad-shouldered and muscular. His fists were twice the size of Nio's, his hair long and curly, the colour of copper. He was shorter than Nio, but most races were shorter than elves. His skin was very dark. The only people in Raal who were so dark came from the south of Malfer.