Elfen Lied Novels & Stories

She falls into a deep sleep again because of too much pain from her wounds. Liwayway is the queen of the fairies. Her magic is the source of beauty in the whole realm. She tends to mend every broken thing around to maintain its beauty. Her fairies provide beautiful flowers, colorful fruits, mend the wounded trees, grasses, and everything. They provide for the needs of every creature in the forest.

Heinrich mocked as he raised his hand to the sky. [Lumine - Sanctum Dissaeptum] A light barrier was formed outside Elven City, surrounding them with safety. All of the Elves were amazed by the magical phenomenon that they were speechless. But... SNAP! Heinrich snapped his fingers. "Now! If you don't get out of the barrier and help us, I will stop casting this barrier and let the Wyverns burn your home!" All the Elves didn't immediately respond to his order. They had never received an order from a 'lower being' before, and so they looked at each other in confusion.

Elena pouted more expressing her displeasure. Now Clara looked at Alex with accusing stares. But he is blinked away as if he doesn't belong to this crazy family. "Relax, relax. Clara dear. It's my family's old tradition. Our great-great-grandmother invented this. She believes that if we make our new daughter in law cry on the very first day, it would wash away all bad eyes from the happiness they get in the future. So please don't think of us as retarded people" Frank exclaimed as he pats her head lovingly. Clara smiled after the whole five minutes.

"Not much for talking, are you?" The elf grinned, his perfect white teeth pointy and sharp. His lips were a metallic color as was his tongue. "I see no reason to give you knowledge you will not need, since I am about to kill you. The ellyll are a shortsighted race and will always leave you poorly informed." He plunged, stabbing his sword at Rhychard's middle. The Warrior parried, knocking the elf's sword to the right. The elven steed's whinny was more like a shriek as its shadow covered Rhychard. He spun, swinging the short sword, slicing through the creature's stomach. The black steed shrieked as its middle opened and its intestines hit the dirty concrete.

"Be my guest." The truth hurt. Blood magic and essence magic didn't mix and Curzon knew it. He looked ready to tear her from the horse and let it trample her, but a horn sounded, taking his attention. His men surrounded Violet and Curzon, raising swords and spears. The air turned damp and heavy; clouds settled into the treetops. A charge sounded as riders clad in black and gold appeared with a tall elf on a spotted horse leading them. Violet couldn't take her eyes off him. His white hair hung long past his shoulders and a gold crown sat on his brow. His amber eyes carried spun gold inside as if the sun had settled within his gaze for a moment.

Elena's haunting song pierced the morning air, echoing through the grounds like a sorrowful lament. The melody, infused with dark magic, weakened the Black Moon werewolves. "Ogni notte, ogni giorno (Sleep, my love, every night, every day) Non sentire, non vedere (Do not feel, do not see) Ogni pensiero, ogni dolore (Every thought, every pain) Svanisce, come nebbia al sole (Fades like fog in the sun)"

said Henry. “According to lore, it is believed that if an elf wears the Silverling Heart, he, or she, becomes immune to silver and can create silver elements out of nothing, or turn anything into silver,” said Panjik. “Elf? I can see Phraton wanting it for himself,” said Coralis.

“And, wow.” I touch the necklace automatically. “Don’t.” Tessa’s eyes shine. “I’m just saying… wow.” Elara arrives next, chin lifted like she’s walking into a ballroom rather than a guarded garden. Her scent is controlled, floral, and ambitious. “Princess Abby,” she says. “Elara,” I answer. Lia stands at my other side like an anchor. “Remember rule five,” she murmurs, too softly for anyone else to hear. “Never alone,” I whisper back.

"And who would believe such a tale from a human? You are all liars. Deceit is your nature." I crossed my arms, my gaze sweeping over him, and finally landing on the elegant, knife-like points of his ears peeking through his silver hair. An elf. "And yet," I said, leaning closer, "you’re the one lying through your teeth. You're behaving exactly like the humans you claim to despise."

The small grey wolf in the song went out into the snow at the full moon to find a child who had wandered from the village, and the small grey wolf carried the child home on her own back through the long cold dark of the winter night, and the village in the morning awoke to find the child asleep on the doorstep of its own mother's house, and the grey wolf had vanished back into the snow, and nobody in the village had ever seen the wolf again but the village had remembered her, and in the small careful spring of the next year the village had left a small careful gift of milk and bread on a flat stone at the edge of the woods for the grey wolf to find, and the gift had been gone in the morning,