Dreamland Elves Novels & Stories

Making full eye contact with the demon across the table from me, I formed the words, “What do I have to do?” “Get onto a boat and go somewhere no one has successfully gone in at least 80 years. You will act as an interpreter for the expedition. Upon the completion of the expedition and your arrival home it will be something that you will never be allowed to speak of to anyone. If you do a bullet to the back of your head is the best of circumstances that you could ask for in consideration of all the other things that might be done to you instead. In short, if you do your part thorough and stay quiet, we will see to it that your parents get to stay on in their new fantasyland and that you get

"I'll give it to you. I'll give you the whole damn sky." How ironic. Valerius, the bastard who made that promise in my dream, was a complete liar. Yet the one delivering this ultimate romance... was the terrifying, ruthless Lord beside me. A walking demigod. My heart felt like it was being ripped in two. "You don't like it?" Cassian frowned slightly. He caught my emotional breakdown instantly. I ignored him and walked straight to the bar in the corner of the deck. There were a few bottles of strong Dwarven spirits.

She didn’t want to think about what he was, but Emma wanted to walk into dreams and control magic. Emma had seen village elders use magic but had none of her own. Daniel wanted to surprise Emma that night. With a snap of his fingers he brought the door out, and he snuck into one of her dreams, but when he opened the door, he found the small village was quiet. He heard the roar of a blaze, it didn’t take him long to figure out what he was looking for. Daniel could smell the smoke as he ran. “Emma!” he screamed not caring what a noise he made or who might see him.

I sat down on the pillow and she sat across from me. The first man on the scroll went by the name Lyrien. Lyrien was a brooding, loyal knight who according to what's stated here had some deep connections with Eldrador. I don't think that I have seen him before but he was selected to represent one of the four elements: Earth. The second man was Caspien, a calm and enigmatic healer with the power to control tides and he represented the water. He was from the Asttland kingdom far away from here.

Although deemed a myth, whispered around campfires and narrated to children as fairytales, every story held a kernel of truth. It was believed that those dwelling beneath the Tree of Life possessed the extraordinary ability to enhance the power, strength, and speed of both werewolves and vampires. Their magic was so pure and potent that it was described to resemble the refreshing taste of the crispest waters on the tongue. Inhabitants of the Tree of Life took the form of ethereal beings characterised by pointed ears and eyes in a vivid lake blue-green shade. The clarity and sparkle of their gaze were so captivating that other beings found it challenging to look away, feeling an irresistible

"True, but very rude." The dwarf shrugged again and then turned back to Halafarin. "So, what do you intend to do to find this creature?" Halafarin glanced around the place. Even though it was obvious Neverland was not ready for business, still in the construction and organizing phase of an establishment, a couple of others had entered while they were talking, their glamours dropping as they crossed the threshold of Neverland. Most seemed to be elves, although there were other creatures, such as a satyr, pixie, and a couple of other dwarfs. The elven Warrior couldn't get over the drastic way things had changed where the Seelie happily left the Land Under to come above and mingle with those wh

A year later, I was put in the ring. He breathes a little easily now. Like he's gotten something off his chest. 'It must have been awful,' I prod on, cringing a bit inwards at my wicked curiosity. 'It was more than that. I didn't have the magic our fellow elves were forced to harness, so all I depended on was luck and some godly grace and my quick reflexes. And the thought that if I didn't make it out of that place, Luisa would be alone in the world. Worse, she could be broken.' 'Broken?' 'It's what happens to elves if they cannot channel iden well enough. They become deranged, utterly mad with power, and a mage puts them down, like a rabid dog. It's...it's horrible.' I'm struggling to proce

Is that true? "Yes, but from what I hear, it's not for the same reason. The fairies are of a much smaller scale compared to most races. They stand only eight inches tall, so they can't let other races in since their kingdom is of the same scale." "Well, would it be possible for us to visit the Elves' territory?" "Of course. Dragons and Elvies are on excellent terms with one another. Our two races frequently trade." "That makes sense since one of them is one of the most well-known dress designers in the territory. Apparently, my Father was close friends with him before we moved to the capital."

Flesh's meeting claws surface and once she has her trophy, they stand and slowly place the lids along with the tribal necklace. Three sections make the Wildlands, and while the eagle travels, its pink electric current eyes use that God’s eye view to look down. The overview of the haunting forest is just like any other landscape, however, the very tip of its trees releases spores in the air, though harmless, the fungi smell of rot and mold. The moon finally settles and with the fall of the lunar comes the rise of the sun. The Eagle now reaches a no man’s land called “The Line.” The Line is what separates the rot and disgust from the dark elf race and its two factions. This trench stretches ac

Yolanda and I alighted on the light elf terrain: Alien glimmers of the whitewashed, satin blue, finely featured elves, who towered over us in silken, slender forms, held out pearl gray mushrooms and glowing yellow fruits, circling us in a whirlwind as their crystal palaces and strange, arcane stone temples blurred as they fractaled. The tribe of Ljossalfar splintered like ice.