Elven Books Novels & Stories

, Aaron asks, while munching on his goldfish. “I know a decent amount of things.”, I state. “What do you know about elves?” “There are six groups of elves: Moon, Elemental, Half, Nature, Avariel, and Dark elves. I know dark elves for their excellent skills at potions, dark magic, stealth, and fighting abilities; their ears are almost like vampires, but it’s to a slit. Avariel elves are winged elves. They have the same abilities as all other elves because of their mixed breeding; their ears also point straight out as well. Nature elves are known for their excellent hunting skills, potions, light magic, and their ability to communicate with animals. Half-elves are excellent at potions and it d

“You mean people who were lied to before.” The others looked at her. She continued. “We keep saying we want the truth.” She looked back toward the throne room. “Maybe we just don’t like the truth when it challenges us.” ⸻ Later that night… Elara sat alone in the library. The ancient book remained open before her. Riven entered quietly. “You always come here when you need answers.” She smiled. “You noticed.” “I notice everything about you.” She looked up. “That sounds dangerous.” “It is.” He sat beside her.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

To him, it looked like it wasn't more than two or three weeks. In the human tong, Waweren is Tuverin- October. End of the elven year, which started in March and end with the last full moon in October. For them, and the dwarves, the winter months were dead months when Mother Earth slept to regain her strength for the next year. The elves, unlike humans, did all types of work to survive the harsh months. Mid December, Jarden thought. I'm not that late. Time flies. Too bad for those humans, they were in my way. There was nothing else that I could do. Nothing at all, they were there in the wrong time.

“It is the key to the Second World. A realm untouched by humans, free of hunters, and sunlight. A sanctuary… or a throne. Whoever claims it will no longer fight for scraps behind the walls, but they will reign.” A silence deeper than before spread across the table. Some lowered their eyes whilst others clenched their fists. The magnitude of his words pressed down on all of them. “And you believe the wolves know this too?” Corvane muttered, though his voice had lost its edge. “They know enough,” Bethany said before Valerian could answer. “And more dangerously, they have a piece of the key... the girl.” The name was not spoken, but everyone in there knows they were referring to... Elowen.

“I’ll make sure you have those books tonight, Yhendorn.” “I’ll come with you, Kenna too. Those books are sacred, and I don’t want anyone else getting a hold of them. They’re too important.” “And there are too many fucking elves around here who would love to get their hands on them,” I growl, standing as well. “Let me know what you find out.” “I definitely will. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Ancalagon. It’s a good discussion to have, even if there is no precedent for it.”

The only thing that would take him out was food. In the center of the library, where he was, sat a grand oak table and the plush white chair he was currently sitting on. Elven scripts and scrolls chronicling the history, magic, and wisdom that spanned ages of the Elfin Era were neatly arranged on top. The windows, tall and slender, framed views of the cold forest outside and the large snowy mountain beyond. The library was magical. He didn't even need to ask for permission to enter. His beloved had told him to entertain himself in the library before he got back. Prince Kayziel was very lucky. He'd have to reiterate to the Elf spirit how lucky he was a million times to have him.

He then asked, a puzzled look on his face. “Oh,” Lynnette gave a surprised look, “I forgot you human's do not know of them. Well, it makes little difference if you know, but they are the creatures that protect the Lightmist woods.” Fenryn scratched his head in confusion. He had never heard of such creatures, though it was true that very few people ever travelled far into the woods. The mists were so thick that it was very easy to get lost. Calling the woods Lightmist was rather ironic, really. Though some people did tell tales of strange things happening whenever they got lost. Those who tried to do harm to the elves, or tried to destroy the woods intently ended up forever lost and never see

"Making them the softest lycan... and also the most heartless if triggered wrong." The room fell silent, the weight of his words settling over us. I stared at him, my mind racing. "That's not possible." "It is," Draven said firmly. He stood abruptly, striding toward the adjoining room. Elara looked at me, her expression filled with confusion and fear. "What's he talking about?" "I don't know," I admitted, though the pieces were starting to fall into place in my mind. Draven returned moments later, carrying a massive, leather-bound book. The cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age.

After the long lecture from Elara, I decided to read more about it since she couldn't cover it all today. Different books were arranged neatly on the shelf. Territory treaties _ document_ business _ business _ ahhh history. The Origins of the Moon Blessed. Bloodlines and Bonds: A History of Mates. The Rise of the Alpha Kings. Curiosity tugged at me, and before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled the first book free, settling it into the crook of my arm before grabbing a second. The stack was getting precarious when I heard a deep, familiar chuckle from behind me.