Dreamland Elves Novels & Stories

"It's not about work," Yoel said. He walked over, set a blue folder on the coffee table in front of me, and looked more serious than I had ever seen him. "It's a proposal." I picked up the folder, confused. On the cover, in bold print, a single line read, "Proposal for Establishing a Long-Term and Exclusive Lifelong Strategic Partnership with Ms. Nova Grayson." My hand trembled, and I almost dropped the folder. I took a deep breath and opened to the first page.

Their true origin. The Elves were not, as everyone believed, created directly by the Earth Spirit. They were not born from the stars like the Celestials, nor shaped from stone like the Dwarves. They had once been trees. “Let us get you out of here.” King Cain, stepping forward, breaking her out of her thoughts. “We’ll take you to our kingdom, where it’s safe.” The Queen Mother shook her head slowly, her eyes brimming with tears. “I don’t think this can be stopped… no matter how far we run.” Now that the Mother Tree was dying, they were all returning to what they once were.

Thalan continues as he watches over the sleeping pair, "the dream becomes real for the dreamers. They are unable to see a difference between the life they are leading as they dream, and the one they left. If anything to them this reality is more of a dream than the one they are experiencing right now. Time moves differently as well. You can spend forever in a single memory, or live a lifetime within a moment. Each dream is as different as the dreamer. When they wake, they could have lived and loved a thousand years in a month." Mulling over his words, I think of the scope of what he just relayed. How many lifetimes have Primus and Carnelia had together? Will they remember any of them once th

Linda eyed Ella suspiciously which Ella returned with a glare and disgusted look " Oh please, don't be sly" One thing you need to note about Linda is her obsession about romance,love, relationship and matchmaking. Even though she loves all these,she never had a romantic boyfriend nor a romantic relationship so she she the tendency of exhibiting defense and protection for couples who were romantic, always acting as the mother hen protecting her chicks from hawks. " How could I be jealous,when I had better things to do than this nonsense. Am just advicing them to take a step and stop decieving themselves with their friendship talk ".

Lady Esmeralda answers. "I don't know about that."Rain says, and we all turn our attention to her. "What do you mean?" I ask. "I've had dreams of being attacked by his army, and I haven't seen elves in any of them. I've even seen the dark elves in my dreams." She answers. "But those are just dreams, Rainie bug," Jessica says, and Rain shakes her head.

As they step further into the heart of the chamber, a sensation washes over them—a feeling of being enveloped by the memories of the past. Elysia's vision blurs for a moment, and suddenly, she finds herself standing in a lush meadow, sunlight streaming through the leaves overhead. Before her, she witnesses a group of beings from different races—humans, elves, dwarves, and more—gathered in a circle. Their faces are illuminated by a warm glow as they share stories and laughter, their differences forgotten in the spirit of unity.

Damien turns to stare at me, “After everything that has happened, is that still a question you have to ask me?” My blood turns cold and I feel something snap like a rubber band inside of me. “The elves.” This time there is no flare of pain in my head. Damien studies me, coolly, “The Righ is the most treasured creation in the worlds. And yet, after feeding you all their lies, the elves still tried to kill you. They, who claim to draw their power from nature, tried to kill the very balance of nature.” There is a flicker of pain this time but my thought process is clear.

I asked, drinking a delicious beverage he made of some strange fruit. "Well, the realm of the Lost is the one where ghosts are, nothing like heaven and hell as most human believers think. It is the realm where you are either taken to or go willingly once you die. Sometimes even before. Then there is the realm of Pink…" My eye widened and he chuckled. "Well its name is not pink, we call it that, is where all the faes go most of the times. The Faes like to be here too, they love nature very much. Like the hippies. The elves are the watchers, keepers of the ethereal gates that allow all to cross over. They do not let us go across unless there is a critical need for it. Drows are the rogue versi

In their way to DRADIA our heroes passed by NOCTALIA the city of dark elves. The dark elves also known by the elk riders, AHMET decided to pass there to buy a rides for the group he buys elks for them and they passed the night in the hotel. At night AHMET heard something moving he light a candle and he saw his backpack moves he opened it was the egg. After been merged with the feather the egg now is ready to hatch, he took the egg and he put it beside him and he fall asleep.

While Juviana flaunted her innocence inside her heart, Shadow was observing Juviana from the corner of her eye. Europeans typically had pale complexions and were tall. Ibrahim and Ali were tall but these people were even taller. However, as elves, their faces looked clean, fresh like leaves in the early morning. Elves were quite a unique tribe. They lived close to nature. The kingdom had little development as they appreciate nature. An awkward silence filled the cave. The voice that broke the silence was Shadow’s cotton candy voice. “The rain seems to be no end.” Ali and Ibrahim instinctively observed the weather.