Elefseria Fairy Tail Novels & Stories

Asher’s brows were knitted in frustration as he waited for a reply, winkyelfofaer spent five minutes typing. winkyelfofaer: it wouldn’t be possible…unless you’re the one….but I thought it was just a legend…we all did. The will of Aura: Ummm…. winkyelfofaer: I’m Zane, an elf. The will of Aura: I can’t even be surprised that you’re an elf, I literally met a woman who looked like trees and plants the other day. winkyelfofaer: Was her name by chance Ertuay????

Burke bellowed, his voice booming, drawing everyone’s attention. Lancelot and Rui subtly stepped back a few paces, maintaining their distance from him. We don’t know this guy! “We’re number 2!” A petite girl wearing a pink hoodie, with fair skin and a delicate face, cheerfully hopped forward, waving a number 2 slip in her hand. Lancelot thought for a moment and recalled some details from the past few days. Elisa, 13 years old, B-level potential, a hybrid esper with physical enhancement and mental manipulation powers. She had been in the training camp for three months and was quite strong.

'Please', she mutters and the others goad me on. I find myself singing Eyan's Return, a lullaby mother used to make us sleep. Of the queen elf, Eyan Elantra and how she journeyed forth into the moon lands. She met Pegani and fell in love with him, but their love could not be, as he was of the Tribunals. Heartbroken, she returns to the land of men, and summons the most extreme of magic, making her a god and she returns to the moons to seek her love, but he's been betrothed to someone else. In her rage, she summons the magic again, and tears the moons apart into little stars. She rides across the sky now and then in flashing streaks, still seeking her love.

Tears filled her eyes as she tried to take them in. Aidan rested his hands helplessly on the pillar in front of him. "This isn't just about being the fairy mother, if...if" Aidan stammered. "If the wolves were to find out we'd be damned," Peri cut in. Both Peri and her advisor Aidan were worried and they assured themselves to just let it be a secret as they appoint her youngest daughter, Saria, as the Fairy mother. "Mother!" A young fairy was approaching. Saria was a fine young fairy with eyes like sunlight and hair blonde. She was slim-built and considerably tall for someone her age.

And from those rifts descended nine beings whose presence made the world itself bow. The Nine of the Council The Werewolf Prime Alpha, Magnus Greyfang, landed first—towering, silver-furred, his eyes molten gold and his voice thunder itself. Then Elarion Silvergrove, the Elf King, walked through a portal of green light, his crown woven from living branches that appear like gold. The next came Queen Nerida of the Deep Seas, rising from a spiral of ocean water, scales shimmering with bioluminescent blue. Oberis Faelora, the Fairy King, fluttered down in blinding radiance, his beauty sharp enough to cut. His gaze swept the crowd like a blade.

the girl asked. "I am," I said, standing straighter. She exhaled. "Good. My name is Elara. This is my younger brother Kato. We came because... I think we’re connected." Sybil stepped forward. "What are you?" Elara looked her in the eye, completely unafraid. "I’m part elf. Part witch. Part phoenix." Phoenix? My wolf stirred. "The fire you felt in your dreams," Snowy whispered. That was her light calling out.