Elf Book Novels & Stories

Eventually Elowen stopped before a small wooden table. One book rested upon it. Unlike the others, this one looked unfinished. Blank cover. Silver binding. No title. The library seemed quieter here. Waiting. Elowen touched the book gently. Then looked at us. "This one is special." Dangerous sentence. Hope immediately moved closer. Naturally. "What is it?" Elowen smiled. "A story still being written." Silence. The floating lanterns drifted overhead. Soft golden light danced across the blank cover. The book shimmered faintly.

Soft yellow light surrounded her bed when she switched on her side lamp, Elara coughed lightly as she blew on the white cloth which covered the book. Removing the cloth she stared at the black large book , her soft hazel- brown eyes widened as she stared at the title of the book, her long dark eyelashes flickered as she roamed her eyes on that book. THE LEGEND ALPHA PRINCE, that was the title of the book, she softly ran her fingers on the book and surprisingly that letters glowed by her touch as if it had recognised its owner. Taking a deep breath Elara opened the book, her hands trembling as her long wavy brown hairs flew because of strange wind, She frowned as she took in the sight of a st

Noah sat behind his desk and opened the drawer. He looked at the notebook and frowned. Written in the front was Ulfr Banamaðr. Why had they driven to Bitterroot Lake and asked the head Alpha to join the Council? He opened the book and started to read the last few entries.

EVELARA I gazed at the book before me. Stunned and somewhat nervous. All this while I was thinking of finding some mention of this name somewhere, or perhaps a chapter, but I didn't expect to find an entire book out of it. LUNAREETH— the name was written above bold and big with ancient golden inks. The brown leather of the book had turned into ash due to dust. The leather itself had turned edgy and sharp. Seems the book is sitting here for centuries long…

) 🤭 Elly, as though all the stress in the world had suddenly crashed down on her at once, buried her face in her hands and growled, "Oh, f**k!… Kael is going to kill us." It seemed the book of supernatural legends written by Eva and Kael centuries ago was being rewritten all over again, in this very town…

"Oliver, leave. We're done." Oliver turned his glare on Lucien. "Selena, you think he's a good man? He's the one who sent me all that evidence! He knew the truth all along!" I looked at Lucien and saw a flicker of panic in his eyes. "You told him?"

"She is a very nice friend who is going to play with us today." Elena slowly opened her small leather portfolio case, taking out a colorful pop-up book filled with pictures of farm animals—a book she had brought specifically after reviewing notes on toddler interests. She didn't hand it to Gabriel immediately; she simply placed it gently on the rug in front of her and opened the first page, pointing at a bright red barn. "Look at this, Gabriel," Elena said softly, her voice warm and inviting. "I found a cow that says moo." Curiosity quickly won over shyness. Gabriel’s eyes widened. He wriggled down out of Alessia’s lap, dropping his blue rabbit onto the sofa, and took a few tentative steps c

Gabby's eyes darted around. "What?" "Would.You.Like.Another.Book.Eleanor?" Eleanor watched Gabby look around and looked around herself. Were they being watched? "Wh... I... Uhm... Sure." Gabby left and came back a while later with a big book titled, 'THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT"

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

Intriguing. She smiles automatically, and I have a feeling she's been doing it more as a reflex action than actuality. And I push my observation. 'You know what else is? Your ears. Hidden behind all that hair. And your voice. As interesting as both of them are, nothing awes me more than the fact that I am, in fact, speaking with an elf…A fataph to be precise'.