Elven Princess Novels & Stories

"You are safe here, no one will hurt you again. So don't be scared! You will be treated until you are fully healed." "Thank you… erm…." "Ah, sorry I'm late in introducing myself. My name is Keylan-Zell, the third prince of the West Elvian Kingdom. As well as the supreme leader of the Elvian Knight. Then, what's your name, My Lady?" asked Ponytail Elvian very politely. I was surprised when I heard he was this country's prince. I decided to ignore his current position. “My name is Anggi Nandatria, as you already know, I am a Haier-Elvian.” We shook hands as a sign of introduction.

It could be that Raymond didn't follow Ravi until here, still, Ravi doesn't know anything about the elven world and how Ravi can find Raymond easily. Ravi frowned at the realization that he had accidentally seen a girl dressed as a princess in a medieval classic, walking back and forth, the third time the girl had passed through the same corridor in confusion. The girl seemed to be from the noble circles, so the other elves didn't come to greet him. Ravi couldn't help, he wasn't part of them. This was an empire of many people passing by and of course, Ravi didn't know any of them so Ravi walked towards another place where the flowers on the edge of the high wall suddenly caught his attention

She offered me her right hand, a smile on her face. I looked at her perfect fingers that missed a callous, then back to her unblemished godlike face. I held her hand and gently gave her a shake. Soft. Warm. "I a—am Idrish Aeric, Your Grace." "House Flos, the second region, the kingdom of vines and agriculture... Princess Lanuza Flos." Usually, I know a kind of elf when I see one. I seldom get a miss on that. I felt a good aura around Princess Lanuza. Apart from her gentle face and very soft-spoken, I thought it was true in the kindness shown.

“She’s there, by the ravine.” “Who’s there?” I ask, still looking out the window at Aolis’s camp. I better not see any more greenery. “Princess Lily.” I whip around to look at my soldiers. “Are you sure it’s her?” “Yes, my Queen. She is with a few others, a wolf, an elf, a leprechaun and a sprite.” I throw my head back and laugh. “Ailduin let her out of Araphyra without a guard? Oh, this is perfect.”

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."

If His Majesty will allow me, I still have my wedding dress to try on. Without another word, and without even waiting for his permission, she left his office. Elzhar was perplexed... She had... Changed too much. Far too much... She was no longer the smiling, soft-spoken Princess he had first met... In such a short space of time, she had undergone a radical change. Even her eyes had changed... He could see a certain malice in her eyes... He thought he needed a woman who would just smile and redo her make-up, but he found a woman who was outspoken and out of the ordinary...

Never in my long life have I ever met someone as annoying as this elf. Elf princess. Because it wasn’t bad enough that she was an elf who shares my element. Now I find out she’s also a princess who not only wields my element but is most likely as powerful as I am, possibly even more so.

"We're at the elves' kingdom. The princess brought you inside this room." "The princess..." she murmured. Princess of the Elves, she wonder what she looks like. It didn't take long and they heard a knock on the door. The fur ball immediately went back to the carved spot at the ceiling. Now, Amorivia can't see his big eyes. The door opened and it shifted her gaze, from up to the one at the door. The lady wore a tiara made of flowers, her hair was silver and long, she had pointed ears and she was enchanting. This must be the princess, Amorivia thought and immediately bowed down.

He looked different with a receding hairline a bulgy figure with a dirty grey coat with mud-stained tattered old boots and a grey shirt with patches of brown and deep crimson shades, no doubt filled with the blood of others. “That’s good Cyrus,” Jeremy spoke up voice low and calm. “The witches; the ones that run away, I want them found and I want them dead. They’ve served their purpose. Have some of my children close by. I've heard that the elven princess is around. She’s the only link to the damn forest I want that Forest.” “But master, Amoria is ripe for the taking, we're already winning we just-”