Elven Elves Novels & Stories

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.”

Will it attempt to murder me once I try to combine it with my summons? Eladrins is a name I'm familiar with. They are connected to elves, but one thing I was certain of was that they were not dungeon creatures! So, what exactly is one doing in a dungeon?!

I breathed. “The Dark Elves’ mountains,” Rivyn replied grimly. “The Elves are cousins to the Fae,” he said quietly as he encouraged Coryfe to move forwards. The horse did not like the location, reacting to the sulphur smell of the soil, and communicated his dislike through his movement, each step reluctant as if he anticipated the ground would disappear before him.

While the young chief was proceeding forward along with his followers, a young ellon with five companions was awaiting for them like some hungry wolves for its delicious prey to the left side of the valley. They were wearing the very same black armor like the dokkalfars, their hairs and eyes were pitch dark, but their facial appearance and skin color were the same as other elves and were as handsome and beautiful as normal elves.

The dark elves proved very useful to him, he almost brought the mighty Elven lands to their knees. The elves were the ones most favored by the Mages of the first order, the elves called them the Minaree(the guardians), and they were the ones who woke the mages from their slumbers to come and save the world from their kin, the Darkened one. The Darkened one was once the most beautiful of the Minaree before he was corrupted by darkness. It took all the efforts of all the races, even the backwater ones, and the Minaree to stop the Darkened one and his armies and sever his head from his shoulder, and locked away in a place known only to the Minaree. They told the races that even they did not hol

The elves and fairies, together at last, stood in all their shining glory. Led by Ithel and Zoltan, the elves stood in perfect straight lines in their resplendent armor. If nothing else, their shining helmets would blind the enemy. Silently, the agile creatures awaited orders while staring ever forward. They were the picture of military prowess. Their golden skin against their steel armor made them looked like a shining sea of metal.

His gaze was fixed on the main house. All the elven buildings were made of a material carefully selected to be in harmony with nature. The base for the building bricks was a mixture of sand and earth which was then further mixed with a special type of paste. This paste was made from processed silver dust and tiny seeds from elven sacred trees. These sacred trees, called eloeins, grew in dense forests throughout Velas. And Velas was the only land in Raal where those trees grew. The elves believed that they carried the souls of their ancestors. Beneath each of these groves were underground chambers that served as resting places for dead elves. Their bodies provided nutrients for the roots, whi

She looked up at the falling snowflakes with black eyes, Ancanta seemed a little sad. When she and Uncle Hector were strolling in the deep snow three years ago, she happened upon an old woman preparing a cake. The scent drew a youngster like her at the time, so Ancanta immediately hurried to the old woman who was preparing bread and was told the story of the elves, the species known as servants of the gods. Ancanta initially thought she was listening to a fairy tale, but she couldn't believe it when she witnessed her uncle Hector holding a massive sword to slaughter a giant beast and save a kid a few days later.

300 years ago, Elves were one. There was no variation of elves, they weren't divided. All these beautiful creatures were united and one. They were a powerful race that even the Demons could not ignore. These beautiful creatures were guarding the sacred tree of life. The root of all life, the heart of the Goddess of life.

"My old man lives like a king, with a harem." Lyra added, "The Thane siblings are all vampire hybrids." I realized. "I never actually thought of it." Lyra continued. "Different supernatural creatures have different mana qualities. Level one: Celestials. Level two: Fairies and elves." I noted. "Elves explain Finanna's strength." Scott agreed. "Elves are blessed with immense mana." Lyra outlined the levels: "Level three: Witches and elementals. Level four: Werewolves and vampires."