Elven Novels & Stories

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.

Their faces are illuminated by a warm glow as they share stories and laughter, their differences forgotten in the spirit of unity. Elara's surroundings shift, and she finds herself by the banks of a tranquil river. The water sparkles under the gentle caress of the moonlight. A figure stands before her—a formidable elven warrior, his eyes reflecting both determination and vulnerability. She watches as he trains tirelessly, honing his skills and channeling the power of the natural world to protect his realm.

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

Taiya – (Tah-EEY-ah) Jeylin – (JAY-linn) Layna – (LAY-nah) The Hiamaar – (HIGH-ah-mahr) (Northern Elves) The Chi-maaya – (Chee-MAHyah) (The Faerie Folk) Elyta – (El-EE-tah) Hayle – (Hale) Creatures Goblins: Gerth – (Gurth) Hruge – (Roodge) Oh’Kapi – (Oh-KAH-pee) Ma’veth – (Mah-VETH) Ma’vhor – (Mah-VORE) Weapons Grenyaar: Khortaal – (Kor-TAHL) – Slightly curved sword Khor – (Kore) – Large dagger Dwarvish: Styrha – (STIR-hah) – Obsidian dagger

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.

Renny stood in a cold, dark place. She felt nothing, no breeze, no sound, and no light, even though she could still see everything around her. At first, she feared she sent herself to another realm other than inside Rhychard's Guardian Sword, but then she heard footsteps around her as eleven elves stepped up to her, two females and nine males, all wearing a cream-colored tunic, dark trousers, and black boots that rode to mid-calf. Renny noticed one thing in particular, not one of them wore a sword.

How? “I am Ithildin Alois the first Luna of the Druit Guard. I am a Vanir from Alfheim or more simply put an elf. Please sit, we have much to discuss. Oh yes, let me take a look at our demigod.” She steps toward us and I guard An Jieun, I don’t want anything to happen to her. “James knock it off before I knock you out you brat. She’s not going to do anything geez.” Am rolls her eyes and I guess I do look a little stupid. My instincts are on overdrive right now and I haven’t slept. I feel like I’m going crazy.

Flesh's meeting claws surface and once she has her trophy, they stand and slowly place the lids along with the tribal necklace. Three sections make the Wildlands, and while the eagle travels, its pink electric current eyes use that God’s eye view to look down. The overview of the haunting forest is just like any other landscape, however, the very tip of its trees releases spores in the air, though harmless, the fungi smell of rot and mold. The moon finally settles and with the fall of the lunar comes the rise of the sun. The Eagle now reaches a no man’s land called “The Line.” The Line is what separates the rot and disgust from the dark elf race and its two factions. This trench stretches ac

“I need to get billy!” She immediately stands up and runs to get Billy. I immediately followed her. She went down to get her sister but the white smoke blocked her way. She is now standing at the front of the white smoke that is shaped like a white dragon. While I am standing behind her with my black smoke shaped like a black dragon. The angel with a thousand eyes above her was looking at her while her sister was standing behind them. Looking at us and wondering what is going on? I don’t know what to do. I am thinking about how I can get her away from the enemy. She is just three inches away from the white smoke while I am five inches away from her. If I will take a step they will be going t

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”