Elven Novels & Stories

Elisia bit her lips and then sat down on the floor, helplessly. ****************************** Reader's Guide: Elysian Elders - an organization consisting of all representative of the clans of different creatures living in Terra. Wolfsbane - a purple poisonous plant used to kill werewolves.

EVE I'm awoken by the noise of someone trying to buzz into the front gate. To my surprise, it's Alex's driver, Julien. I haven't seen or spoken to him since he came to pick Alex up the morning he left for Avignon. We are only acquaintances but it is nice to see another familiar face. I speak to him briefly over the intercom and allow him to drive up to the house. Making my way down the stairs, I pull a sweater fromn the couch and wrap

From the shadow of the ancient pines, a figure emerged with a silence that defied the roaring gale. It was Soren, the lead guard of the Forest Elves. He moved with the fluid, lethal grace of a predator born to the woods, his leather armor dark and slicked by the rain. His pointed ears were flat against his head to track the sounds of the valley, and his silver-rimmed eyes carried the deep, sorrowful wisdom of a being who had watched kingdoms rise and fall.

Keya says. “That’s a good idea. Add a couple of wolves too, that can fight against the elves on the ground,” Elio adds. “Then, each team can work to fight against the elements that are shooting around us, while still fighting off our main enemy, the elves, and their earth element,” Kenna says. “Exactly.” “Who is invited to your coronation, Kenna?” Keya asks. “A bunch of elves, the two of you, Vaeril and Anala, all the dragons, and my family,” she says.

Then she spoke, her voice softening. “My name is Elira Vaelthorn. And you’re right—I am no merchant. I am an elf of Sylvaen.” Kaelen blinked. The name stirred faint memories of stories whispered in the tavern, tales of an unseen city hidden deep in the forests, where elves lived beyond the reach of men. “Then why are you here?” he asked. Elira lowered herself against a tree trunk, pressing a hand to her wound. Her silver hair spilled across her shoulders like liquid moonlight. She looked less like a traveler and more like a fallen star.

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

Lily didn't understand why the two of them were laughing, but feeling like she was being tricked, she turned around angrily and walked forward. Elias called out, "I'm not fooling you. Actually, it's not the yellow flowers, but in this forest, there are some insects that specialize in eating raw meat. It's hidden under big flowers, not tiny flowers like that." Elias laughed again, and Venn laughed with his master's cheerfulness. Amity watched the prince's figure from afar. It's really been a long time since the prince had such a happy moment. The grip of the throne, the hostility of Prince Douglas, made the prince's heart harden, gradually forgetting this simple and ordinary joy.

After about half an hour of running, I slowed down as I could smell Elvenia. Elvenia was standing by a tree, humming an intricate song. This was her family's thanks to the forest. Her family looked like the elves that left earth a long time ago so their kind were not killed off. Her aurora glowed around her. It was a white glow. Her hair was silver tied down the side of her face in a braid, with tiny white flowers everywhere. Her wings flattered too fast for the naked eye to see.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”