Elphaba X Fiyero Novels & Stories

Was she trying to find Ian? As she walked closer to me, and even dared to touch me, I had to admit that her cloaking spell was good. She looked like Eloise. Everything was in place but she could never fool me. I knew Eloise in ways that even Eloise wasn’t aware of. “Kiss me, Olpheus,” she repeated, spreading one hand on my chest. I tried not to recoil under her touch, still looking around for my mate. She had to be here somehow, she had to be close by. Lyara wouldn’t be putting on this show for nothing.

She added with a smirk. "And as for Galore, I also have a plan for him," Daniel Mother said. AFTER THE WAR: "She didn't look ugly when she came out of the crack egg," Queen Calfy said to Elfy. "So the enchantment I placed on her egg wasn't strong enough to make her ugly as It cracks? I came as soon as I heard your message," Queen Elfy said and gave Alfy a small bottle, "Put this in her mouth, I collected it from a friend (Daniel Mother), it will work."

He advanced toward the prince. Hayward looked past him to the elves. “Oh, come on, you idiots. I got him to turn his back. Would someone please stab him?” He wasn’t serious; the elves had their own concern: protecting the heir. Still, they started to move in on the assailant, and that was what Hayward wanted. Felix turned around again to face the elves—they were the ones with swords, after all—and Hayward summoned the last of his strength and charged. Felix flipped back around as he heart Hayward sprinting at him, but wasn’t fast enough. Hayward once again sacrificed his left arm, swinging it like a sword to knock the blade aside. Then he barreled into Felix and the pair toppled to the groun

she whispered, voice husky. But the flowers pulled our attention wider. Elias and Seraphiel had been watching, their bodies entwined nearby. Elias’s face was flushed a deep crimson, his purple eyes hazy with need. Seraphiel, despite his injuries, hovered over the smaller fae, his dark gaze intense. The seed in his chest pulsed steadily, casting a faint glow.

Tears filled her eyes as she tried to take them in. Aidan rested his hands helplessly on the pillar in front of him. "This isn't just about being the fairy mother, if...if" Aidan stammered. "If the wolves were to find out we'd be damned," Peri cut in. Both Peri and her advisor Aidan were worried and they assured themselves to just let it be a secret as they appoint her youngest daughter, Saria, as the Fairy mother. "Mother!" A young fairy was approaching. Saria was a fine young fairy with eyes like sunlight and hair blonde. She was slim-built and considerably tall for someone her age.

Sophie said gently. Camilla sobbed again. Xander turned to Eloise. “Cast the spell on me… I’ll do it.”

"This egoistic old woman will no longer use me for her plans. No one will ever tries and use me, I swear to never have anything to do with this kind of powerful people that think they could do whatever they wish. So, I am sorry Elias but I am leaving Elheim for good. You are the only one that is dear to me here, so take care of yourself..." She smiled with a sad expression and left without turning back because Elias's hurtful face would hurt her too much. Hence, in that instant she decided to never turn back and live her own life. Elias being an elf, couldn't put a foot out of their territory because the kingdom was protected by a magical barrier, but that restriction didn't apply for Eleano

Calliope As people slowly filed out of the chapel, stopping to turn back and steal a glance of the freak, I feel Adylin's hand still clutching mine. "That means you as well, Elirond," her voice stern like a parent scolding a child. Elirond finally lifted his head to look at me. His eyes wide in awe or shock, it was unclear. "You cannot be serious. She is my daughter Adylin," he shouted

Since Seraphina was both elf and fae, she would bridge the two species together and continue Lady Crystobelle and Queen Hyacinth's reign over the Elovaisus and Crystal Forest. "We are making a trip to Amethystia," Dante announced to his heralds as he and Seraphina emerged from the shallow caves and up the cliffside. There was a rumble of approval amongst the heralds, but it was Lysander that gazed at him and Seraphina with sharp eyes. For once, he did not even mind if the mischevious elf sought out the truth, because he desired the entire world to know he had indeed found his mate.

It gave her chills but comforted her at the same time. Turning the page, she stumbled upon a page that had nothing written on it except for:” Prophecy: ‘When night bright flame, Elysium will awaken.” Layla paused and frowned, but her breath hitched as she looked at the next page and discovered the photos of her home after the fire. Theo looked at it too with a pale look on his face. “What does this mean, “ she asked him. “Maybe if this is your home, then that means that you may have awakened, and caused it. And in doing something you woke up something here,” he told her.