Elfish Novels & Stories

I looked at both men, wondering how to get out of this. Unfortunately, the strange man spoke. “I am Olpheus, the last pure blood of the Elves.” he announced, stepping closer to me and my heart raced. “I have come to take my beloved home.” He smirked at Ian It was the wrong thing to say. Ian’s eyes twitched, and he snarled at me, “You whore, so this is what you have been doing? Sleeping around … sleeping around with monsters behind my back?” whore? My mouth parted in disbelief and my brain lagged.

A pang of fear surged its way throughout my body as all I was able to The sea was black. Due to my loose mouth, this man took away my ability to move and see within the span of ten minutes. I grew aroused at the defenseless position I was in, my core beginning to throb. "Use your safe word if you need to, Eve ," His words softened for a second. "Yes, sir," I answered, although I had a feeling that I wouldn't want to use it. After a few seconds of silence, a burning sensation immediately rushed

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

"There's a werewolf between the bushes!" Quickly everyone ran from the pond grabbing their clothes as the werewolf slowly walked from between the bushes that were concealing him from us. It was larger than a bear. With each step it took it growls at us getting closer to us. My entire body trembled and everyone gathered close behind me crying in fear. "What are we going to do, Red, I'm so sorry that I didn't listen to you and now we're all going to die?" cried Delaphine. "Run for your life!" shouted Junior.

My heartbeat skyrockets, and I take slow breaths to not hyperventilate until the merchant talks again, freeing me from my pain. “The fish are totally fine,” he says with a crooked smile, not even hiding that he is mocking me. “Safer for the pups than a Golden Retriever.” My eyes move back onto the creature, who is now slowly closing its mouth again, the pressure lifting from inside my head. “But I have something else that will interest you too in such situations,” he snorts, lifting a glass. I take a step back as an eel-like worm moves in circles, bile rising in my throat. “Ever heard of soul-eating worms? They are especially popular among your kin.”

Zander whimpered from the pain while I clutched my chest tightly. "Follow the fragrance," he urged on. Turning towards the direction of the scent, the pain disappeared. A frown marred my face. "Come on," Zander pushed me, once again, he was excited. Deciding to know what was going on, I began to trace the fragrance. The more I got closer to where it was coming from, the more Zander's excitement bubbled. "What is so special about this scent?" I growled. "It makes us feel at peace. See, it even healed us of the ache." He sighed happily. "It has become my favorite scent."

When he saw Alice jump from the deck into the blue clear water, he knew that fishing was the safest thing to do. As he watched Alice swim, he wondered why she hadn't become a model or an actress. She would be a sensation with such a body. Though she was way too fat for a model, but if she was ten kilos less and it was easy to count all the ribs… But alas, she didn’t look anorexic. Yes, she looked thin, but not overbearing. Maybe she would be a great actress or she would end up from bed to bed with more directors, producers, screenwriters…

It's hard to feel uncomfortable around him. He had welcomed us when we arrived, as had the others in the camp. They would number thirty at least, men and women and children, with the latter being the majority. Elwyn had made a disgusted sound when he saw them approaching with smile and open arms, and Torek's eyes narrowed. 'Clickers,' he muttered to his sister. I had heard about them once or twice, a wandering race of insect channelers, though they had a more appealing name; Arthrolytes.

The melody rose through the blizzard, curling around my ribs like invisible fingers. My eyes drifted toward the edge of the iceberg, toward the base where the voice came from. “Manolya?” Pelin’s voice echoed faintly behind me. “What are you—?” I stepped forward, each step crunching on the ice. And there she was. Pisces. The great oarfish, long and slim, her silver body rippling with crimson stripes and black spots. Her head bore a red crest. She dove down again, and the enchanting melody stopped.

He stepped closer to where she was still pressed against the glass, attracting more fishes to peer at her, having the time of her life and began to point out the fishes and their names. "This here is an angelfish, look at the stripes on it's body, the one currently opening it's mouth with you is a..." "Goldfish!" She blurted out in delight and laughed. " I know a few things about fishes." "Ahh... Who would've thought?"