Elven Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

Ruben ask Based on Ruben's sigil he is actually from the house Bake-kujira, home for witches and warlocks. "Yes, it is true. The house has been abandoned for centuries. So, it's normal for people to believe that it is haunted," Earth answered. As abandoned as it may seem. I actually met someone in my House library. To tell you the truth, I still don't know the name of my house, and I am just calling it House of Library as there are actually tons of books but unfortunately not all of the books are accessible as of the moment so it ruins the purpose of it that's why I am out here looking for the answer" he explained.

A place sacred to the elves, but rumored to hold secrets of other magical creatures as well. Driven by a desperate hope for answers, Chloe pushed open the heavy, vine-covered door. The air inside was cool and thick with the scent of dust and dried herbs. Sunlight filtered through cracks in the crumbling roof, illuminating rows of scrolls and ancient books. Chloe ran her hand along the brittle spines, her heart pounding. This was it. This was where she might find the truth. She started pulling scrolls at random, her fingers trembling as she unrolled them. The first scroll was a collection of ancient elven poems, lamenting the loss of their forests. The second detailed the properties of variou

Tana is sitting beside Cedric and Merethyl is here, but it feels like she’s staying connected to Avani while they hunt for these witches. “There were two references to the phoenix, or the fire bird, in elvish history. The first and most recent, was what the elves call The Great Clash. It was a time when elvish factions fought against each other, a good versus evil sort of battle, where certain elves wanted to take over the world and enslave the other factions,” he begins. “I’m guessing if Phoenix was there and how things are now, the good elves won?” Ajax says. I squeeze his hand, letting him know that I’m here, even though I can tell that Phoenix is pushing forward to be part of this conver

Venus slowly repeated, trying to grasp her mind around what she was seeing and hearing. The kingdom of Everglade was north to the kingdom of Salazar. It was also the home of the Elf race. While they worshipped nearly the same gods as here, the elves were also known to worship their own made gods. They were also known for their perfect if not near craftsman ship, pale blonde hair, and swift movements during fighting and dancing.

The shuffle of hangers, the low hum of a dusty radio playing soft rock in the background, the occasional exclamation from a customer who’s found a hidden gem. In the back corner, I discover a wooden crate filled with books. My fingers hover over the spines, titles half faded, pages worn. I crouch down and start flipping through them, the paper whispering under my touch. Valerie appears beside me a moment later with a woven basket in one hand and a sequined scarf slung dramatically around her neck. “Any treasure?” she asks, crouching beside me. “Not sure yet,” I murmur, pulling out a leather bound book with a cracked spine. The title is barely legible. Myths of the Forgotten Realms. My breath

Finrod would only stop and wait for them to point the direction they were to take before he speeds off to wait for them under the next lone thin tree. At the end of the day, they were able to lie down and put their worn-out bodies to rest. They had no choice but to sleep on a thin piece of cloth that Margarette had bought in replacement to the sleeping bags from Ellaine’s world. Finrod summoned a small fire to keep them warm. “It is another ability of the Elven clan, Ellaine. Elves, of all magical creatures, were the closest to the heart of nature. Their ancestor Olivier pleased the nature so much that they gave him and his blood the boon of commanding the elements with their whims.” Margare

He’d simply moved us forward in time. Lance and Lilith lay naked on a bed of furs. Standing over them was an old crone. She was dressed in a black woolen robe and was holding a smoking bundle of herbs. As she slowly passed the bundle over the length of their naked bodies, she uttered words that I couldn’t understand. “Ah. It seems your long lost love and his new wife wish to conceive a child,” he said in a taunting manner. “They have commissioned the aid of our dear Agatha. She is a good soldier of darkness. The child will be devilishly evil.”

If one died the other did as well. "Hard core," she mumbled. Skimming through the next couple of pages she passed by Necromancers, Leviathan and Vampires, stopping at the Elves. The bastards had their own realm. She'd known other dimensions were possible, but to have seen living proof of it was a jolt to the system. Elves were preternaturally strong and intelligent with incredible speed, easily outrunning a vampire or demon. They had keen senses, able to see clearly in the dark and could hear a heartbeat from miles away. Many were fiercely loyal to the old ways, punishing those that defied their laws.

Chapter 2 Dawn Ellery's point of view The heavy oak doors slam shut behind me with the finality of a tomb. I collapse onto my knees, gasping for breath, as the last traces of my light magic fizzle across my skin like dying fireworks. Around me, a world unlike any I've known materializes through the haze of my exhaustion — leather and chrome, whiskey and smoke, the low thrum of conversation suddenly silenced by my dramatic entrance. Dozens of eyes turn toward me, assessing, wary, curious. I've escaped Sorin, but what exactly have I fallen into?

I couldn't even process the pain in Rowan's voice because my brain was spinning in absolute confusion. Elves? Elves actually exist in this world? I had spent weeks reading through the vast, ancient history books in the palace library, trying to learn everything about this realm. I had read about Lycans, wolves, witches, and ancient beasts. But there was not a single line, not a single word about elves in any of those books!