Dobby The Free Elf Novels & Stories

David lived in another tower in the forbidden land of the Elves. He was free now, waiting patiently for the Elves’ sacrificial ceremony so he could leave after fulfilling his promise. When he was bored, he would go back to The Spirit Cage. Everything was running normally, and his lavish points were also growing. Whether he was there or not, it did not matter. So he left again. Soon, he opened the system panel and looked at his lavish points. 8,723,658 points.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” A man from the elf army walked towards me his dark brown hair was long and braided down his back, but the sides of his head were bald, he had the same high cheekbones and pointed chin that Tyr had but he had broader shoulders and was a few inches taller than Tyr his eyes were a pale blue that almost looked white. “This is General Moon.” Tyr introduced him. “Call me Frey,” he smiled at my sisters and me. “Why are you running from the Goblin army?” Tyr asked me.

the elf greeted in turn, placing a hand on his heart and bowing. "Allow me to interrupt you while your minds are occupied with the dwarven rebellion, but..." Augustine began before seeing, out of the corner of his eye, on one of the surveillance screens, a dwarf setting fire to a doll in the shape of an elf. "Is it possible to access the Vermilion Bird's domain from here?" The elf contemplated the vampire for a moment. His long, pointed ears bobbed up and down, showing how intrigued he was by the question from this high representative of the races.

A few dwarves failed and fell in midair, nearly hitting the ground hard, but the elves didn't stay still. With the telekinesis power of the elves, they saved the dwarves from free fall and flew their stocky bodies to land on the skull heads of the Grim Reapers. Some of the other elves used vines to catch the dwarves' bodies, then hurled them back into the air. Dwarves soldiers clung to the Grim Reaper's skull-like monkeys. Several vines weaved around them as a safety rope for their safety. Thus, elf warriors support the crazy actions of Dwarves warriors.

The chief of the fish creatures was horrified by Philip’s summon and walked over with a flattering look on his face. “Is it true that the elf water can change your appearance?” Philip said doubtfully. He knew that elf water had many magical effects. The chief of the fish creatures nodded humbly. “Yes. We've always wanted to ask the elves for some elf water, but we had no way to contact them due to our strength and status, so we could only live in the swamp!” The chief’s name was Moby. He knew that someone of his status could hardly contact the noble elves.

Someone clapped. It was Wynnstan Dalibor, the grandson of Youri Dalibor—the Great Elder of the Doom Race, and the distinguished prodigy of his race. He walked toward James and glanced at him, praising, “Not bad, you have even mastered the Greater Paths. You’re Forty-nine, aren’t you? Are you interested in joining the Dooms? With the protection and resources of the Dooms, you will surely emerge as a force to be reckoned with in the Greater Realms.”

he said sarcastically while the others snorted. "As if they would be able to do a thing," Destiny snickered. The two coachmen were dwarfs with long pointed ears and noses. They wore black shirts which were tucked behind their waist pants - elves. One of them jumped down from the horse and tipped his hat dramatically, showing his rotten brownish teeth excitedly, which made her force a smile. "Queen," he danced around her, jumping excitedly. "I'm so happy to be the first to be at your service," he put the footmat on the floor as she entered, looking inside in awe before Zeke flickered her on her forehead and grinned.

"Do you put oats in the tank or does the horse drink gasoline? I'm a little confused as to how it all works." The elf moved sideways, his feet crisscrossing as he stepped. He swung his sword back and forth with one hand. His skin was a bluish gray, his pointy ears poked through his mane of white hair, and his red cat eyes were narrowed slits as he stared at Rhychard, waiting to cut him down. The elf wore dark pants that looked like they were costumes from Little House on the Prairie and a coarse long-sleeve tunic. He had leather boots with points that matched his ears. His fingers had nails that seemed like mini daggers. It was almost as if he were a miniature version of Vargas.

But she kept pointing her finger at us as she said, "Your mothers are twins. They only have wolves, but they don't have your gifts like yours." She wanted to convey something and I said, showing interest, "Go on." "Dollera has daughters, these are twins." My lips parted, as did Liam, shock filled his face but Elphaba went on, "Eve, Esther or Sarah, Bob or Max don't have her skills but you do." "What the fuck..." Liam exclaimed but almost no voice came out of his mouth.

Taking baby steps, I reached to him. "Enjoying it?", I asked him, immersing my feet too, perching at the edge of pool beside him. He gave me a toothy smile, nodding in a haste. I smiled at him, glueing my eyes on his face. In a blink of an eye, the drink started to take the lead over his body. "Can't you lend me your shoulder? See I'm dizzy!", He looked at me with a puppy face as his lips turned into a pout, portraying all the cuteness he has inside him. "Or, you can call Lily. Tell her, I'm here. She'll come."