Dark Haired Elf Novels & Stories

When I saw her hugging the amber-eyed wolfman and going as far as to act coy, I knew that she'd been reborn alongside me. Said wolfman, Morgan Nightshade, stood at around six feet and six inches tall. His upper body was bare, leaving his muscles and the bloodstains on them in full view. In our past life, Charlotte had been so frightened by the sight of him that she'd hurriedly backed away. Instead, when she'd seen the tall, well-proportioned, pointy-eared elf with a gentle temperament—Elwin Duskwood—she'd grabbed his hand and refused to let go no matter what.

He helped me, the care and affection in his eyes were something I couldn't fathom. "I think you're mistaking me for another person, Liliana, and not Audrey. I muttered politely, he scoffed, his hair was dark, his skin was dazzling, and he looked cute and young. "Won't I know the love of my life again?" he whispered, trying to caress my cheeks but I stopped him, grabbing his hand so as not to touch me.

It was our burden to bear, but no one knew where the blight first started. "How rude! They could at least have complimented me on them," She huffed a laugh and draped the torn skirt around her shoulders, covering her exposed breasts to the midday sun. "So, this is going to be a long walk," We couldn't jump into or close to the Tenebris territory. Wards heavily blocked the way, seeing as we were not the only ones who had the talent. Fae, vampires, and witches also possessed the trait, making it almost impossible to fast travel between different clans.

Summer pressed continuing to walk forward. It was a nice fall afternoon. Red, orange, and brown leaves crunched under their feet as a brisk breeze kissed their faces. Summers blonde hair was up in a ponytail swishing ever so slightly in the wind as stray baby hairs danced around her forehead. Continuing to smile Asher just shook his head causing one of his long auburn locks to fall into his eyes.

The dark elves proved very useful to him, he almost brought the mighty Elven lands to their knees. The elves were the ones most favored by the Mages of the first order, the elves called them the Minaree(the guardians), and they were the ones who woke the mages from their slumbers to come and save the world from their kin, the Darkened one. The Darkened one was once the most beautiful of the Minaree before he was corrupted by darkness. It took all the efforts of all the races, even the backwater ones, and the Minaree to stop the Darkened one and his armies and sever his head from his shoulder, and locked away in a place known only to the Minaree. They told the races that even they did not hol

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

If this world were a video game, platinum blonde hair would direct lines of elves. But elves in this world are very mysterious and tend to isolate themselves from the outside world. No one, not even adventurers, has ever seen an elf unless they are lucky to avoid death. Elves are considered beautiful even if they have reached their hundred years. They never look old. That is why black market buyers are eager to buy anything rare, such as Zayn, and he's the direct bloodline of an alpha wolf. Those traders knew precisely who he was because someone must have told them. Someone in his pack turned a traitor.

"Where is she?" Unable to answer Haldir's crazed screams, the creature gnashed his teeth and it was the last straw for the desperate Viking. Straddling him beneath the weight of his body, Haldir unleashed a barrage of hysterical and deranged punches and yelps on the goblin until he moved no longer. Haldir got up from the monster and raised his fists in the air. "Where is she?" As his rage filled cries echoed through the scorched ruins of the forest around him, another flash came to his mind of Mory being scooped up by a familiar curly haired mounted Rider wearing the cloak pin of the Darke family.

A veil of shadow, a simple but potent illusion, still clung to their features, obscuring them in a personal twilight. Delicate, pale fingers rose to the cowl of the cloak. With a careful, almost reverent tug, she pulled the hood back. The clinging shadow dissolved like mist in the sun, revealing a woman of striking, ageless beauty. Her hair was the color of dark ink, a stark contrast to her alabaster skin. Her light brown eyes, flecked with shimmering gold, remained fixed on the ground. But it was the graceful, tapered points of her ears that stole my breath. An elf. Here.