Elven Novels & Stories

“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.”

She is known to the elven community as GoldMoon. Previous generations of humans understood that supernatural beings existed, and they made up their stories of gods and goddesses to explain them. The Greeks felt that the Ceryneian Hind was sacred to Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. However, it was really the elves that treated GoldMoon like she was sacred. She has lived with us for many generations.

Nathan requested. “I’ll let her know,” Sebastian spoke in the background, knowing the King would hear him just fine. “Thanks,” Nathan said before hanging up. “I wonder why they’re looking for Vera. Shouldn’t they have been able to reach her through Zen?” Charice asked. “My brother in mating is in Ameran,” Sebastian informed. “Uh huh. And Ameran is?” she asked. “An Elven Kingdom,” he replied. Her eyes widened. “Elves exist?” He was amused. “Vampires and werewolves exist. Why should it stop there?”

Funichio insists. “So, you follow King Ailduin’s rule?” I ask, again trying to gain some control of this conversation. “Yes.” Fanella says. She hasn’t stopped eyeing Eli like he’s a feast and she’s starving. “I thought King Ailduin was over the elves.” Eli says, frowning. “Oh, he’s over all the fae - dwarves, fairies, the good kind; faeries, the bad kind; pixies.” “Goblins, elves, leprechauns…”

If we must travel to Valhalla together, then so be it. Blinking in surprise, he responded in the Rhuhi that his people used in their wolf form. He'd never heard of a human mate being able to use the silent language before. We will not be going to Valhalla this day, if I have anything to do with it, min elskede. I cannot believe the gods would forsake us at this point and allow your father's depravity to win.

Olivia said, her expression solemn. "Curzon used high elves and blood elves for his twisted army. It was terrifying to think we could be next," Hestia added. "Promise us—at the place where Curzon started all this—that you won't touch his death magic ever again." Violet reached up for Hestia's hand and Olivia reached her own out so all three were connected. "I swear it." Eden put his arm around Violet. "I swear it, too. The dead will never be disturbed again."

Then I headed to the burnt-out forest hilltop. The cold wind cut right through me. The creepy end-of-the-world vibe was getting stronger. I called up some friends to work some magic. Tonight, I’m going to call down lightning to turn all the wood into lightning wood. Infused with the power of thunder and the breath of silver, this wood will be stronger than it ever was before. Right then, I heard James, snickering from behind a tree. "My dear sister, had I known you liked it rough, I would've helped you look. These friends of yours are a bunch of weirdos. They're not even as cool as me."

I was wide-eyed and hanging on to every word my father said. "Bois de Frene is French for Ashwood. It was changed to hide our linage in the US. As you know, we are not the only supernatural beings in this world, but we blend in with humans the easiest since we don't feed off them, and besides being generally more attractive and larger, we can blend in. The elves of the old country are remarkably close to werewolves and live together, especially the Bois de Frene pack. Elves live an exceptionally long time and have divine connections. They knew the pack would split and even told Raphael to go to the US."

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?!

“Let’s get out of here then” Now, what was the spell for a portal again? Ugh, elven magic is so confusing. I visualise the elven runes for space 'ᛋᛒᛅᚴᛅ' they appear in thin air in front of me, glowing a bright green. “Huh, that was easier than I thought”. The runes separate and form a circle, slowly rotating