Elisif The Fair Novels & Stories

She seemed to take a while but she finally walked out. “Hi!.” Lilith called out to me with a smile on her face. “Hi…, Lilith!.” I replied with a half smile, my head read on my palm. “I know you wanna talk!.” She said. I have known Lilith for a while, it’s been just two centuries since I knew her, I knew exactly how she loved her jobs. Lilith is the most shady and evil woman I have ment in my existence. The Queen of the demons, first wife of Adam and as well the ex wife of Lucifer but yet she rules the Demons, as her heart is black so is her practices.

Nyx pov Elderon forest God of the fairy realms, I chuckle free of the bonds the evil spiteful enchantress Nimue had put on me. Thankfully I had wed the two fairy courts days before my time expired, escaping my demise. I stretched, free at last. My name is Nyx Elderon and I'm a very powerful enchanter, half-seelie elf, and unseelie fairy necromancer, I'm the best there is. Unfortunately, I was born an extremely attractive man, and let me tell you it's a fucking curse. Having women fawn over you constantly is a pain in the ass, it was a kind of blessing having to wear a deer skull to hide my identity for so many years. Some century it would be nice to find a woman that loved me for who I was i

Elara said. "Oh, that is incredibly easy." Isabella's smile returned at full force, radiating triumphant malice. "I will be remembered as the genius who finally cured neurological disease. You will be remembered as the crazy, desperate woman who claimed she did it first. If anyone bothers to remember you at all." She picked up her expensive clutch from the counter, adjusted the strap of her red designer dress, and checked her reflection one final time.

We ran down the stairs and right on cue, Saige and Elijah walked through the front door looking defeated. "Saige, I think I have a lead" I said quickly as she started to approach the stairs. "Kaia please spare me. I'm tired, hungry and found nothing in our defense" she huffed. "But look!" I shoved the picture in her face and she grabbed it from my hand to better examine it. "So you think this Ellis has an idea on where to find Ophelia's journal?" "Mom mentioned that Ellis was Ophelia's lady in waiting while she was still a princess. Surely, she knows something" I explained.

Depositors name: Mary Madison Evans. Wait … Why. What is this? I’m confused. I know this, but I don’t want to believe it. Why did someone deposit a big money? And it cost 500 million United States Dollars?! //WyByCa

Rested a framed photograph. An elderly woman. Elegant. Silver-haired. Smiling gently at the camera. On the bottom of the frame, written in graceful handwriting, were six words. I'll return when it's safe. — Elizabeth Adrian's breathing stopped. His grandmother... Had never written a farewell. She had written a promise. Which meant only one thing. If the photograph was telling the truth... Elizabeth Blackwell had never died. She was still alive. Somewhere. Watching. Waiting. And perhaps... She was the only living person who knew the face behind the title... The Patron.

So, she asked for help. “Ellie, come here”, said Kris. “Yes, your Majesty, what can I do for you?”, asked Ellie. “Who is that fairy, the one who has green enormous wings”, Kris asked. “That is Adeline, she was the mother land fairy”, replied Ellie “Bring her to me”, Kris ordered. “Yes, your majesty”, Ellie replied. Ellie came towards Adeline. From a far, Kris could see the anxious face of Adeline while Ellie was telling her the command. She could tell that Adeline was not in good state.

Most of them barely knew what a horse looked like, let alone a fox. A few of the young ladies, like Sally McPhee and Elizabeth Pratt, were girls she attended finishing school with. She spent time with them during almost every visit to Philadelphia and she welcomed their company. It was that blasted Lilith Bertram and her arrogant ways that sat in Elise’s craw like a hard-boiled egg that refused to budge in one direction or the other.

said Ruby showing her the size of Tabitha with her fingers. “It’s because I’m a lot older than she is.” “How old?” “Old enough.” The elder fairy put down the dishes on the table. Ruby recalled that many elder fairies would look the age of a five year old. They’re considered to be very wise and full of wisdom. “What’s your name?” “Eliza.” “Oh, my name is Ruby.” “Yes, I know.” “How-How do you know me?” “Because Prince Eric talks about you often.” “Oh, does he?”

I look around the room and I hear one of the fairies, “Everyone made it. Let’s get to work.” I see my siblings with their chins hanging open. I ask the brother that is hurt, “Are you in any pain?” He just shook his head, “No, what does it matter to you? I’m a stranger to you.” I chuckle to myself and tell him, “I tend to care about everyone.” Then my sister asked, “What is your name?” I smiled, “I’m Elisabeth, but just call me Elisa. What are all your names?”