Elven City Novels & Stories

The ground split open in a ring of silver roots, and at its center floated the Heart with a sphere of light suspended in air, breathing in rhythm with mine. It was beautiful. Terrifying. Alive. But the Riftborn were already there. Dozens of them, crawling from the cracks in the earth, their bodies twisting in and out of shape. The air smelled like ash and metal. Cael raised his blade. “Auren, flank left!” Auren vanished into the mist, his laughter cutting through the chaos. Cael turned to me once more. “Elara ”.. “I know,” I said. “Stay behind you.” But I didn’t.

I, Anno, clutched a bag of deer meat damp with dew as I walked along the streets of the elven town, the burning pain from the wolf’s claws still lingering on my right cheek from last night. Whispers followed me all the way. “It’s her—that defective elf with a broken wing, and she’s even keeping a tamed werewolf.” “It’s laughable. That werewolf doesn’t even look at her. He’s always trying to run away, but she still treats him like a precious treasure.”

“Tomorrow, we will attack a pack of wolves just north of Gildroy. We must discuss the plan of action.” I furrow my brows. “You’re going to attack the entire pack? That sounds like an ambush rather than a battle—” “That’s because it is an ambush, Eden,” he states matter-of-factly, his serious eyes connecting with mine again. I swallow a little, and my shoulders slump. The bitter feud between elves and wolves has been raging for decades, but it is now that the fight has truly reached boiling point. It’s hard to believe that it all escalated over some unclaimed land. The whole thing seems so silly to me… Yet here we are. Years later and nothing has been gained by either side. Nothing but hatred

replied Allan. "No" smile Rudeus " so what's the plan Alexi's, am sure you did not bring me all the way here with a plan" " I do have a plan. the elve structure is designed with large surrounding walls and buildings atop and below trees. Even the large trees themselves are caves in rooms. We have a secret tunnel. We will pick 100 Elite men. 50 from your end and 50 from my end. They will dress in Elve stealth clothes and then wear the knight's armor. We all meet at the wall with your army lay siege around the walls. surely my son fears you. So he would allow you and few guards to come into the city for peace talks. The 100 Elites we come along and enter into the kingdom. 50 will engage in a f

The mountain wind was refreshing, and the sun was warm, as the company of Elves left the Emenasari Temple. The journey back to the heart of the realms was uneventful, even after Lorcan stopped in village after village to do a quick search for General Konnyr. "Perhaps we have heard the last from that traitorous elflord," muttered Lorcan after one empty-handed search.

“Kael Thorne. Bloodworm Guardian of House Moonstone. I bring her home.” The runes flared. Elara’s mark burned in response. The gate groaned open. And beyond it, a city of twilight revealed itself. Eldoria. Floating towers. Trees that shimmered with bioluminescence. Roads woven from moonlight and crystal. Creatures with wings, horns, cloaks, some human, some not. And at the heart of it all, a massive palace that pulsed like a living heart. Elara’s breath caught in her throat. “This is…”

he says. "Bad news or good news?" Brody asks. "First, good news," I say. "Your fated isn't at Elmvillle. She's at Crest-Elming." My mind instantly slams on imaginary brakes. I refuse to count my chickens before they hatch. "Isn't some part of Crest-Elming rumored to be occupied by humans? Is that the bad news?" Brody frowns. "Yes, we're heading to Biltamore city at Crest-Elming. That is like one out of five human cities in Crest-Elming. Sadly, the city is under the protection of the vampire king, Golem Warsunng and his son."

A long time ago, deep in the mountains of Dwermer, in the Valley of life, lies the most magnificent City of Dwarven called Dwertur. It's the large Dwarven city, a hub of industrialism, Human, Demi-Human, Beastmen, Elves visits the city every day, every year. Be it weapons, magical items, anything you desire you can get them in Dwertur. I was one of the residents of Dwertur, I came from a family of a carpenter, but unlike my parent and brothers, I was different. Building things never brought me joy, what fuels my passions was entertaining.

They don't provide permanent residence to other creatures. I have chosen Madrid because it's far away from Novera and Osho. And it will be hard for anyone to track my location in Madrid because elves erase the tracking details for their citizens through magic.