Elven Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Ahmet and the crew were launched towards the kingdom of the dwarves led by the leader of the elves, Lillian, who from time to time looked at Ahmet and blushed. Lilian was a beautiful brunette girl with green eyes, a medium stature, with a beautiful face, she is strong and talented in using the sword and bow.

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

Ethan’s smile dropped and he slammed his eyes shut. I frowned, filled with impatience, as I watched his lips move rapidly. “She is still alive,” he said with his eyes still closed. “I know. She is missing,” I snapped a reply. “The mountain of ravens in the middle of the dangerous waters of Ardelene in the land of the elves.” My brows snapped up and my mother gasped in disbelief. “The elves?” she whispered, slapping her lips with her palm. “For once, you have helped me,” I muttered and Ethan opened his eyes, staring into my dark eyes with a flicker of mischief sweeping against his face.

The Forest Kingdom's ruler, the wise and enigmatic Elf Queen, had been reluctant to engage in any alliances. Roberick, who understood the value of respecting unique cultures, approached the Elf Queen with humility and reverence for her forest realm. He proposed an alliance that aimed to preserve the mystical forest while fostering cultural exchanges between the two kingdoms. Cynthia, with her deep empathy, connected with the elves and demonstrated an understanding of their traditions. Gradually, the Elf Queen warmed to the idea of a strategic alliance that preserved her kingdom's natural wonder. The agreement was a triumph of diplomacy, founded on love, wisdom, and respect for diverse cultur

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

Noah sat behind his desk and opened the drawer. He looked at the notebook and frowned. Written in the front was Ulfr Banamaðr. Why had they driven to Bitterroot Lake and asked the head Alpha to join the Council? He opened the book and started to read the last few entries.

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.