Elf Stories Novels & Stories

Hundreds of years have passed. Echor build 5 kingdoms named: Alpenglow where the powerful and wealthy creature ones live. Alamort, the cursed kingdom where the evil creatures of Echor come from. Raconteur, the kingdom of the dwarves who take the lead in making weapons. Habromania, the flying kingdom that is isolated from everyone where simple elves live. They avoid getting into trouble that's why they're called 'The Lonely Kingdom'. And finally, Ataraxia, where the creatures called 'Muggles' live quietly and simply They lived quietly, and without any disturbance.

CAIVAN Mother spoke of a small number of elves as being a stubborn and sometimes, proud people, but Saelyna makes the competition tougher. I kick at a stone, sending it through the forest at breakneck speed. Something is off, and it's not just the smell of decay that signals recent use of xanten. I can't fathom the root of my vexation. I ought not to give a fuck if her village was pillaged and she wanted to stay and get captured or worse. So why do I feel…this way?

Paul's trust as soon as possible. “I need to figure out a way to save myself from trouble. But... What about Martina?” These thoughts disturbed Keith all night. This dilemma made him stressed. The next morning, Keith was getting ready to go to work. He kept his hand on his pocket and realized he had something in it. He reached inside the pocket and took out the valet of the old woman which he stole last night. He opened the valet and It had 100$ inside it.

Pearl said, sounding as confused as I felt. “Because her story starts at the very beginning of it all” dad said, smiling my way. But I was even more confused, I was only nineteen! Almost twenty, how could my story start at the beginning of whatever they were talking about? “Pay attention now” mom said, looking at me sternly and putting a hault to my racing mind. “Centuries ago, before greed turned our world upside down, the dark elves roamed the forests freely. And they protected it with their magic, along with everything that lived within it” dad said, putting the open book on my lap and I saw pictures of people that looked like me.

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.

of Kaelen and Elora, and their eyes were two solid pools of liquid gold. "The 'Stalkers'," Seraphina whispered. "The ones who want to 'Live' in the story."

The ears of the beautiful girl Cecil in front of my eyes have a distinctive shape. If you are familiar with fantasy stories, yes. Those are sharply pointed ears. She is an elf. Apparently, the elves in this world seem a little different from the elves I know, but the basics remain the same. Everyone has a beautiful appearance, sharp ears and long life. I was born here like the usual babies, and am now 19 years old. Compared to human beings, I think I have a greater physical ability and a more convenient body. In Algarde, Humans, Spirits, Demons, and others species live beside us. Each has an independent state, in which some cooperate and some are in hostile relationships.

He didn’t seem to want anything other than to lie there, so I let him. “And were all of you this, erm... height?” “What has that go to do with anything?” “Nothing,” I said. “I’m just a history buff. I like to know about the old days.” “Wait,” said Maurice coming forward. He had a serious look on his face. “Tell me, Evand, last of the first, is it elfs or elves?” “Elfs,” said Evand, like it was obvious. “No, it isn’t,” wailed Maurice.

“We can do this. You always told me we can handle everything together, remember?” Eloise swallowed hard, her luminous eyes still red and swollen. She drew a shaky breath before speaking the truth that had been burning inside her. “You know… I’m a cursed fruit. That’s why all these strange things keep happening to me.” Elena’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean, Ely?”

I voiced my support for him, causing my mates to stand with their hands on their waists, their expressions stern. "Do you even know about Elves?" Bellamy asked, giving me a judgmental stare. I frowned. "They are informants, often referred to as gossipers. They love collecting information and then selling it at a high price, essentially buying themselves more time to live," Emre explained, though his words seemed to fly over my head. I stood there in the midst of my mates, completely clueless about what they were talking about. "They buy lives?" I gasped, shocked by the revelation.