Elven Novels & Stories

Bjork says. “It might be to someone who wasn’t raised with it. But ever since I got my wolf at ten and accepted our previous Alpha and Luna as my leaders, I’ve had it. Our wolves are very good at helping us to navigate the mind link. Elves apparently have it too,” I tell them, watching as Bjorn and Hope shift. “Elves are real? Are they mean?” Artis asks. “Not the ones I’ve met. One of the Guardians in our packs is mated to one. He’s a prince which means that she’s the next queen. Pretty cool, right?” I ask, grinning at them.

Lea asked suddenly. "You want to know about them?" “Yes. Rebecca mentioned that I might have half-elf blood. What kind of creature is an Elf, exactly, Drex?” “I’m not entirely sure, Lea. I’m only fifty years old. Elves existed during the time of the Lycans' ancestors. From what I’ve heard, they are beautiful creatures who can master the elements—water, fire, air, light, and earth. They can also hear forest spirits and speak to animals," Drex explained.

There, waiting on a raised platform of stone, stood Elara Voss. She was not alone. Dozens of northern warriors flanked her, banners of the old royal houses fluttering in the wind. Elara herself looked every inch the descendant of the First Kings — raven hair braided with silver runes, violet eyes glowing with ambition. A faint aura of complementary power shimmered around her, mirroring Caelan’s threads but twisted with something colder.

- 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.

The elflord in the green tunic bowed low, "I am Thalanil Gildan, leader of the village of Imnenora. Please, let me show you what has been done." For the rest of the visit, Thalanil Gildran accompanied Lorcan and Niamh through his village. Here, the rejuvenation was harder to see. The trees themselves needed more care, and at the King's command, Boru made a note to send the elven treekeepers to come and sing healing songs and apply healing water to the trees. The villagers were much quieter than the others Niamh had seen. Boru explained this village had less travelers pass through and seemed to like keeping to themselves. Whether that was true or not, Niamh was

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

"My old man lives like a king, with a harem." Lyra added, "The Thane siblings are all vampire hybrids." I realized. "I never actually thought of it." Lyra continued. "Different supernatural creatures have different mana qualities. Level one: Celestials. Level two: Fairies and elves." I noted. "Elves explain Finanna's strength." Scott agreed. "Elves are blessed with immense mana." Lyra outlined the levels: "Level three: Witches and elementals. Level four: Werewolves and vampires."

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.

Ari shrugged. “Which ally should we go to first?” Sunama asked as she pulled out a map of the different kingdoms. The map showed the regions of the different species in our realm, the goblins, and pixies obviously, but also the elves, nymphs, dragon shifters, centaurs, and Drow (dark elves), to name a few. “The Elves are the closest.” Huricana pointed to a spot on the map.

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”