Elisif The Fair Novels & Stories

At that time, she also wanted to get on her knees, but back then, she felt it much stronger. Isa would never forget who that figure was. In addition, she was also Isa’s ultimate goal in this life. She was Empress Elora, one of the five Overlord Leila rulers. Queen Isa dreamed that, one day, she could stand that high. Then, the Elves would not need to please any forces anymore. Instead, countless forces would come to curry favors with the Elves. No one would dare to sell Elf women, whether in public or secret black markets. Now, Isa had only accomplished one of them: no one dared publicly sell Elf women anymore.

The long-sleeved, black dress she wore dangled all the way to her ankles as she elegantly sat down the sofa. Her contemptuous ocean eyes interpolated with the color of the red sea, and her perfectly molded nose was just as pink as the cherry blossoms in spring. She might be beautifully described, but she looked like a disaster. For more than a week of pooling her eyes with raindrop tears, her eyes were nothing like the tranquil sea. She was more like a turbulent ocean with obscure and vicious tidal waves. Dark, violent, and resentful was she – Elise, the widowed witch.

Elise says, slamming her plate on the table, sitting down and pulling Ivy into a giant hug. “You can’t be serious, Elise? Rumor has it that she has fucked every man with a pulse in the fae kingdom, including the King himself.” Elise, Lilith and I all growl at this, but it seems like something snaps in Ivy. Her head shoots up and she meets the she-wolf’s conceding gaze straight on.

the duke of Adelstein commanded once they were outside, but as he turned to leave, Elen grasped the hem of his coat, halting his movement. "Can we go to the nearest library?" Elen spoke softly, her voice betraying her hesitation. The grand duke regarded her with a quizzical expression. "Why?" he inquired, his gaze fixed upon her. "I want to read books about fairies," Elen replied, her eyes pleading for understanding. "All the books about fairies are forbidden," the duke of Adelstein informed her flatly, his tone matter-of-fact. The news struck Elen like a heavy blow. How could she learn about the life of a fairy if the knowledge was forbidden? Her desperation to understand her true nature in

They don’t see the girl who used to laugh, who brought herbs for their sick, who gave bread to the orphans. She forced herself to look again. Elise had reached the platform’s base—the place where she’d be kept before the final judgment. Her hair, once soft and auburn, clung to her face in matted strands. Her sea-green eyes were dulled but not empty. Not yet. “Move,” a guard snapped, shoving her forward. Elise stumbled, fell to her knees, and stayed there for a heartbeat. Her chest heaved, and for a moment she looked up—not at the crowd, not at the guards, but at the balcony above.

Belinda was sure that there would have been a sickening crunch under other circumstances and, judging from where she hit the woman, there might have been a fifty/fifty chance she would have ever walked again. But Isabelle was different now and she merely turned round to see just who of the assembled group had the nerve to try (and fail) to inflict such injury upon her. Belinda was sure that, when she saw her prey in full view, Isabelle’s eyes glowed, just a little bit.

The maids showed them inside . "Oh ! Duke it's so nice to see you again . No matter how many times I see it your face never gets old ." " You are praising me too much your majesty . This here is my wife ." "Greetings to the empress of the empire . I am Seilin Battenburg . Pleasure to meet you your majesty ." She bowed more gracefully than the empress could have ever anticipated she would . From the angle of her arms to how much she have lower her head was perfect . When she stood up straight smiling the empress knew her plan to insult Seilin about her manners was not gonna work anymore .

We are soon greeted by Katalina, the new fairy queen. "Hey Sebastian, did not think that we would see you here so soon again?" "My dear Katalina, I wish it was a social visit, but I am afraid that I am here for Elloise." "Oh, I am so sorry. I did not think you would come so we already went ahead with it." "Ahead with what? Please do not say that you have killed her?" "Oh no, even though I wish, she sadly did it to herself." I gasp, and terror immediately sets into my eyes, "Did she? Did the silly fairy kill herself?"

"All good? Don't let the darkness eat you up or else you won't come out here alive." "Thank you..." Iris was glad that someone else was there with her. "May I know your name? What happened before you fell into this jail?" She asked curiously. "Hello...I'm Elisa. Before Adam brought me in I used to live freely until that war destroyed everything. He made me his slave for a few years then threw me back for I was a useless piece of object. I've lost hope then no one knows where I went to. No matter how long I waited no one came." Her voice croaked remembering the painful memories. Iris' heart pained for the woman's dreadful experience. No one wants their freedom to be taken away.

I wonder how this man became a Count at such a young age, or am I just mistaken since he might as well use magic to conceal his true appearance? Who knows… I nod respectfully and curtsy as well after removing my coat. Indeed, the locks of my brown hair cascade in front of me as the rays of the sun penetrates my figure. For a moment I forgot that I’m beside the window. “Greetings, Count Claudius Veilhein, I’m Isabella Ferringway from the Slorian, on the eastern division of the empire,” I say