Elf Novels & Stories

"Your ribs are still bruised from Bianca! Slow down!" "I'm fine!" she shouted back, ducking under a heavy swinging bag and driving her elbow into it with a fierce grunt. She refused to slow down no matter how much pain she was clearly in. I could see her wincing every time she twisted her torso, but her eyes were completely locked on the target. She was fueled by pure, unadulterated anger. Jax walked over to me to grab a water bottle, wiping his forehead with a towel. "Your friend is terrifying," he admitted, keeping his voice low. "Normal people take weeks to learn these evasion counters. She memorizes the movement after seeing it exactly once. She learns frighteningly fast compared to norm

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

Lush’s POV A small white label on the top bore my name in simple, block letters: *LUSH*. There was no return address, no shipping barcode, and no postage stamp. It had been hand-delivered, bypassed the outer security checkpoints, and deposited straight into the heart of Alexander’s sanctuary.

El listened to her with a tight lip smile. Bella was still not sure about El. The woman was treating her wonderfully but still, there was something about her that always kept her on alert. She was still not sure if she can ask her for help. El was a different species. She was showing excessive interest in setting her up with different men, with her personal driver, assistant, her helpers. It had started to annoy her now. She was also doubtful because of what she saw the other day.

Jane sprawled several feet away, the candle dropping to the ground but stayed lit. The naked beauty motioned to the stunned woman. Seconds later a grey figure approached Jane. The six-foot creature had small bat wings, a wide mouth full of long sharp teeth, a muscular torso but small thin legs and arms, and claws on both hands and feet. A gargoyle! The beast grabbed the mature woman in one hand and reached for her clothes with the other. It laughed a gruesome and terrible sound as it preceded to tear off Jane's clothing. The thing left several claw marks upon her pale smooth skin.

Penny grabbed my face and inspected me. "Yeah I'm fine, an animal jumped in front of the car and I had to slam on the brakes." Frank looked away from us, standing and facing toward the window. Eliza touched her head and slightly flinched. "Don't touch it." Penny slapped her hand and Eliza hissed at her. "That wasn't just an animal. That wolf was 2x its size. Like a bear-wolf hybrid!" She explained to her mom animatedly. I leaned on the stair railing and crossed my arms.

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.

"Barely." ​"It’s 4:59, sir," I replied, stepping forward and placing the silver flash drive on the polished mahogany surface. "The edit is complete." ​Luke finally looked up. His eyes were sharp, scanning me with a clinical detachment that made me want to shrink. He reached for the drive, his fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. I felt a jolt—a phantom spark of the connection we once had—but his expression didn't change. He plugged the drive into his computer, the silence in the room stretching until it felt suffocating.

Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.