Elven Novels & Stories

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.

They were all dark-skinned, got long pointy ears, had azure eyes and were long-haired. The elf who stood before Amethyst said, "I am Dareille Glassyne." He, then, gestured at the others, "...they're my brothers in arms. Roelle, Ebyian, Dreazar and Cyan." "I'm Amethyst Elan, a Healer Elf and Luveas is my life companion." Amethyst introduced herself. "We've never heard of an elf and a vampire pairing before..." Dareille said after the introduction. "Neither do I," responded Amethyst. "Let today be the day of when you heard of the first odd pairing."

It probably felt nice to have someone look out for her. I had left a good impression, Gwen felt she was being protected by me. It was the first time we had ever held hands. We got to another door, the inn's main entrance. An elf with short stubby legs walked up to us carrying shots of clear wine on a tray. He was probably from the north mountain, a place called "Creek." It was a dwelling of elves. They had been brought to the inn for the aesthetic. Elf waiters made red moon inn unique.

I won’t let them,’ Diana said through the mind link between her and Gelong, But Gelong did not reply through their mind link. It took a good moment before he replied through their mind link. ‘You must forget after seeing me so tame, old friend. But the elven race are the most foul creatures of the Southern Seas. If I die, I will make sure that I will take them with me.’

Cold seeps through my fingers, as I take a step back. What the fuck?! 'Hello, you pretty thing,' the teeth says, 'Scared are we?' At the mention of the word, I bristle, baring my fangs in reply. I'm many things, but I like to be in control as much as possible. 'Who. Are. You'. 'I think we both know the answer to that question, Keilen,' it says. The annis. I still can't believe it, the creature from the stories, the dark witches of the elven race, darker than even the mages. Their guild was one of the major factors of the fall of Citadell….or so Argell said.

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.

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?”

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.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Yolanda and I alighted on the light elf terrain: Alien glimmers of the whitewashed, satin blue, finely featured elves, who towered over us in silken, slender forms, held out pearl gray mushrooms and glowing yellow fruits, circling us in a whirlwind as their crystal palaces and strange, arcane stone temples blurred as they fractaled. The tribe of Ljossalfar splintered like ice.