Dobby The Free Elf Novels & Stories

I slip into the leggings and sweater instantly feeling much warmer from the long simple t-shirt I was wearing previously. “Oh, you know… the rogue leader with bad teeth… I think you called him Hobbit Gallum?” A young teenage boy walks over to Freya with his cup, and she pours him some more water. She smiles at him with such love that it just fuels the fire in me even more to help these kids and Freya to escape.

Loner than Ronn even, and that's saying something'. The doors open again. Lightening flashes through from the sky outside but it's not Argell or Gylen or Caivan or any of the others that enters. Saelyna freezes at the sight of the man that limps in, then suddenly dashes towards him, with me tagging behind her. He turns and spots us, a slow, familiar smile building along his face. He grabs Saelyna in a one-armed embrace, giving me a fond look above her head. 'Well' Quain says, 'For an elf, you don't look so bad in a robe'.

“Why? A few times, my customers took almost a couple of years to come back.” “I’m not in the mood to play. Tell me when she will be back.” “I’m in no mood to play either. Your sound and face irritate me. Get out of my face.” The elf averted her gaze back to the globe. “You think I fancy being here? I wish I could kill you here,” Daryn growled. His claws broke free. “You wish, boy.” Daryn gritted his teeth as he watched the ashen form of Freya. “She needs to be in the castle before dawn.”

The short elf smirked at her when their eyes met. “Who are you?” Malaika averted her mind from the bubble, and it immediately broke. The moose fell on the snowy ground. One lanky elf emerged from behind. He had long golden hair, and his skin was fair. He wore a black fur coat while holding a dagger in one hand, and he had a scar near his monolid eyes. “The Escape who defrosts the Lake Fryst. We met at last!” said the lanky elf. “Fashi…” Frode clenched his fist.

Some of the elves chuckled and some even stuck out their tongues. “While moving further to the south, a man became obsessed with becoming King. He is arrogant, selfish, stingy, greedy, and dictatorial. Leading outcasts like Trolls, Ogres, vultures, and even Cyclops." Wiggy squeezed the fork he was holding until it bent. The Elves joined in a growl, some sticking out their tongues again, this time with displeased faces.

she asked. He glanced up, not sure what she was referring to, and then realizing what she meant, he said, “Oh this? Well, this little guy is quick as lightening, and it turns out he’s real good at finding things that get lost--like a stray carrot, or a jingle bell that comes off of the reins, or… “A giant elf slipper,” Castleberry offered as he walked by with more food for Dunder and Blixen.

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. Charlotte was obsessed with handsome men. She'd been attracted by Elwin at first glance and chose to follow him without hesitation. In our previous life, in order to prevent me from challenging her for Elwin, she'd said to me with all seriousness, "You're taller than me, Minnie. That wolfman looks like a better match for you in terms of stature. He'll take good care of you." After our reincarnation, she switched up her lines. "I've never seen such a handsome man, Minnie. This pointy-eared man must be one of the elves of l

It doesn't have to be three minutes (it sounded like a good number). "Hurry up," yelled Jofrorli. "We don't got all day." "This is a waste of time," said a man with large hooped earrings hanging from his long pointed ears. He was an elf, but he didn't look anything like the elves I had seen in movies. His features were sharp like one, but his body was quite lanky. His fingers were long like a pianist, and his hair was tied up in a ponytail rising upwards then pointing down. He wore loose clothing that fitted his body nicely, with it not being too loose or tight. "The kid already knows the stupid technique."

Get the elf to contact your coven now, and you’re free as a bird if you'll tell me where my mate is. “See?” She ground her teeth, knowing she was between a rock and a hard place. Of course, a voice whispered in the back of her head. It wasn’t the first time. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time today. And with her luck, it wouldn’t be the last. "Christ." She turned her attention to the wary elf. "Hmp, elf, I need a favour." "My name is Elfy, milady!" "Woah! Really? That's ridiculous."

However to prevent tyranny from the elves he made the beast a conqueror, a beast that could never be defeated or humbled even by the elf king himself… however it was now a cute pomeranian dog that was covering Feral’s face with slobber as he giggled. “So cute! Is this really the elf guardians?!” Feral exclaimed gleefully as he played with the little doggie in his hands. It was so cute!! “It seems you adore creatures that appear adorable?” Genad asked leisurely as he butchered the meat they were about to consume. It was a wolverine—the version of wolfs in this world and was hella gigantic. “Of course who doesn’t love cute creatures?!” Feral said cheerfully as he continued playing with the new