Elfen Lied Novels & Stories

Not now. “Elizabeth,” she whispered again, her voice barely audible. “Please come back. Your lifemate is waiting. Fero needs you.” There was nothing. “Try singing to her. I heard an angel’s voice contained traces of healing magic. Try singing, and maybe the gods will hear our plea.” Elina swiveled, surprised to see Lorraine, Andor’s mate. “Andor told me of your kind. Try singing one of your melodies.” Elina nodded fitfully, and then began to sing. She wasn’t sure what she was singing about but she sang with the entirety of her being. She sang till she became lost in the song, till tears poured out in torrents from her eyes.

The crowd thundered in response, a mix of war cries and determined yells. "We must fight and take back what is ours! Take back our Kingdom, our land, free our people!!!" "YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!" "We must avenge our King and the entire royal family!!!" "YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" The Elf smiled grimly. "My brothers and sisters, the day of reckoning is upon us!" he bellowed, unsheathing his sword and raising it high above his head. "We march to the castle now, to end the reign of that treacherous human prince! Tonight, we will show him the cost of betraying our trust, of trampling on our pride. We shall strike him down and reclaim our kingdom!"

Offend her people or threaten her place, and that gentle river becomes a flash flood. Elanil, Elf Princess of Elarithwood — Old as twilight on ancient oaks, Elanil glides through the palace clad in moon-thread gowns, her golden eyes reflecting centuries of elven patience. She speaks in riddles that seem harmless until the answers topple kingdoms. Time itself appears to bend politely around her, and younger concubines sometimes forget to breathe when she turns her gaze upon them.

she beamed brightly. I raised both my arms in mock defeat, closing my eyes, inhaling before speaking. “Alright, you do not expect me to believe that tiny people stole that piece of paper.” “You see, ma’am, in our town, whenever the men go to work in the mines, the wives would slip a note in their pockets containing a wish. Usually it was a wish of luck, for their spouses to arrive back safely… there was a saying that elves will--” The maid continued to tell stories about this superstition of theirs. The elves liked to steal from pockets. That’s why they put notes there, so when the elves saw what was on the note, they would make sure it came true.

Then she would open her eyes, look at me, and give me a sweet, sweet smile. "Thank you, Elara." In her fourth month, the fetus started thrashing. It cried at night. She couldn't sleep. Damien brought me into a small room outside the birthing chamber and said, "Sing." Elves have two kinds of songs. One is the Lullaby — the song of soothing. Each time you sing it, your throat goes hoarse for three to five days. The other has been lost to my people for generations. I only ever heard one line of it, the night my mother lay dying. That kind of song doesn't carry a sound — it carries a life. The singer dies. The one being sung to lives.

"Oh?" said the elf. I stood, and dropped my trousers, revealing my erection. "Oh!" she said. I lay on my back. "Your turn to move a bit." I suggested. She hesitated only a moment. Then Fhaernala sat astride me, held me with her fingers, and sank down on my shaft. - "Ahh ..." said someone. I think it was me. She rode me slowly, patiently, seeking her own pleasure. She ground herself against me. Then Fhaernala placed her delicate hands on my chest, and began to slide her hips back and forth. She closed her eyes. Fhaernala came again, grinding, and sagged down onto my chest. I gently rolled her over, and entered her from behind as she lay on her side. It wasn't long before I pulled o

“It’s nice seeing someone take an interest in such an old song.” Shiele took a deep breath “why can’t I talk, this place is changing me” she composed herself “The song was beautiful” she managed to whisper, her confidence building from the boys comfort she rushed out her next question so quickly he was barely able to make out what she said “What was it about?” She had never felt this nervous around someone before but smiled inwardly that she was able to speak to him. “The song is about the last of the elves in Ethalas and how they were destroyed by the druids”

The two Meivs were now holding her, she kept struggling to get out but they held her tight, and as Pradai received those punches, she started losing her sense, sounds became inaudible and sight became blurry, even so, her eyes were vested upon Iliya, and only her voice penetrated through her ears The Lynx Lynch raised up his sword to kill her, Iliya in pain and with so much struggle, she managed to bite the hand of her restrainer, Elves had a very well defined and sharped out canine, and most times bites from female Elves were poisonous. The Meiv in turn beat her till she fell on the ground!

Ciel was mounting an enormous deer as well, but its coat was a light grey. The raven Elf silently examined me from head to toe then signaled one of the guards. "They reek of werewolf scum..." a snobby pout stretched his lips down into a frown. Another snarky Elf to deal with... Great. I frowned as well, insulted. "We don't wish any harm." I replied, which caused the Elf's eyes to grow wide. He seemed... surprised. Weird, has he never met a or even spoke to a werewolf before or what?

The whole crowd became silent. No one dares to move. The elder elf’s confession was unbelievable. Adam wasn’t able to control his tears. He was sobbing in front of everyone. The elder elf stood up and spoke. “Your highness, it is me who lied, it is me who needs to be punish”, the elder elf said. Kris became silent for a while. “What is your intention of lying, Master?”, asked Kris. “Envy, I envy him”, the elder elf replied boldly.