Elven Novels & Stories

Eren raises a cunning brow, smirking. "What? No!" I burst out defensively. "Why would I be jealous?" I feel my cheeks heating up. Ludmilla is a blonde with a cleavage and I'm brunette with parted boobs. She has amazing blue eyes and I have the cliché Hazel eyes. She is sexy and I'm simple. There is nothing to be jealous for sure. "Ask yourself that question." Eren winks confidently. "Guys, guys!" Toni interrupts us. "If you are done flirting, can you let me pass?" Eren and I then realise that we have been disputing in front of the door, blocking the exit.

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."

shouted Zach in surprise. "Calm down. They are our allies. Prince Zacharia Barnabas, this man is Ruven Omanelis, The Elf King. And, this man is Benji, one of the Dwarf Leader. Meanwhile, that woman was a healer that King Ruven had specially brought to help with this border. Her name is Lily," explained Edmund.

“I am the key to that treaty, you are right about that. But this may be something you don’t know. Elves are all blessed by a deity when they turn 18, which means that deity favors that particular elf, and bestows on them certain traits. Now, I was blessed by Athena, the goddess of war. She protected me when your little wolf friend wedged that axe in my spine. That’s why I’m standing here unharmed and she’s in a prison cell.” Alicia reaches towards her back and I watch, fascinated, as the glowing Elven mark comes to life and turns into a real, actual blue sword. Her hand emerges from her back clutching the ethereal sword and every wolf in the room’s jaw drop. S

they bow to him at this time and waited till he sat back on his throne, Lucian gestured to them to sit, and they all sat back on their seat. Queen Ina of the wooden Elf, is said to be a hundred years old but she still looks as young as a lady in her teen, her dark brown hair Which she didn't bother tying up was long and silky, and she had a deep almond shaped brown color set of eyes, the deep brown eyes and hair signify the kind of Elf and they're presumably habitat. like the water elf had ocean blue eyes with pure light blue and straps of white hair, while the air elf had grey color hair with deep gray colored eyes.

I could already hear the senselessly frightening monologue that will arrive before the actual answer. "As you may know, the elven kind has evolved significantly over the centuries that had left the dark war in the past. The elven race has long since disappeared yet they are very much still here. A darkling is a descendant of a dark elf and any other creature born in the light," he spoke slowly.

Offend her people or threaten her place, and that gentle river becomes a flash flood. Elanil, Elf Princess of Elarithwood — Old as twilight on ancient oaks, Elanil glides through the palace clad in moon-thread gowns, her golden eyes reflecting centuries of elven patience. She speaks in riddles that seem harmless until the answers topple kingdoms. Time itself appears to bend politely around her, and younger concubines sometimes forget to breathe when she turns her gaze upon them.

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.

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.

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.