Elven Woman Novels & Stories

I didn’t need anyone to tell me before my legs walked behind the man. Standing beside a carriage, I used the remaining of my cloth to cover myself. “You must be hungry. What’s your name?” the voice asked. A cold thud landed on my chest, “I’m… E-Elowen, sir,” I murmured with my fingers twisting together. “You don’t have to stare at the floor. I love women who look me in the eyes,” he blurted. I gulped as my hands curled into a ball while raising my head. Instantly my eyes locked with his deep crimson eyes.

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.

Their population was decreasing, and humans have been invading a few of the territories. Just last time, he had seen a mother being pierced in her heart by a heartless human. That woman had kids waiting for her return back home but instead, she died after risking exposure to humans so she can get some food since preys were slow in that part of the camp, and there was no source of food except if they hunt them. "What do you mean were-witches? Elinor is the last were-witch. She is the only one living before Judas." "She had children with Colin of the Bloody Immortals Pack, in case you did not know since you were not around for half the time being,"

Niamh looked around in wonder. "You have never been this deep into the Kingdom, my Queen?" King Lorcan noticed. The young Elven Queen shook her head, "No, never. I have heard about Imnenora, and the homes in the trees, but I didn't know…" Her voice trailed off as their presence was becoming known. Elves were coming in from the fields and out of their tree homes. A rather tall Elflord, with dark hair and brilliant, brown eyes, walked towards the group who had halted in what seemed to be the village center. He was dressed in a soft green tunic with tan-colored pants and boots. A single gold earring adorned the edge of the elf's ear.

Almost like- "Sera?" The Queen Mother called as she stood up, gazing at the female Elf beside Alaric in disbelief. Her lips trembled, tears welling in her eyes. "It can't be…Sera, is that really you?" The female Elf, draped in plain flowing black robes, let her long, bone-straight silver hair cascade over her shoulders. Though she appeared to be in her early fifties, her vibrant grey eyes sparkled with life and wisdom. She gazed upon the Queen Mother, her features softening as she opened her arms, wearing a gentle smile. "It's been a while, little sis."

"Tell me you have thought of this, Aen..." He nods at me and then looks at the far end of the Village we created, I follow his gaze and I see Isilwen walking slowly towards us majestically. She is a goddess, a deity, and to think she fought with us as if she were another simple creature. "We have a thing for their blood, and she comes packed with it. I asked her for her aid, she didn't hesitate to do it." Behind her, several pale and tall elves walk as her personal guard; these creatures are a mystery to me still, and so fascinating to watch.

You go, I will delay them". The voice of a man shouted leaving the two women to continue running. He draws out a large sword. He slices through a man who thrust his sword at him. "No! We vowed to not separate from each other, remember? Plus there is nowhere to run. The Man stood, his short hair is black, messy, and uncombed. He probably didn't have time to comb it running from some assailant. He had bully features clearly from intense physical activity and seemed to be a good match for the woman. His neatly trimmed beard made his hair seem like a stylistic choice. They had an opposite aura surrounding them, one being gentle and sweet and the other gallant but the chemistry between them seeme

“Deloni, dear. In the flesh.” I look the woman over. This must be the elven whore that Castiel has been shacking up with. Her skin is a pale green tint and she has point ears peaking through her cascade of pinkish blonde hair. She has pale pink eyes framed by thick pink lashes. Her full lips are a rose pink as she grins an evil grin at us. She wears a long golden dress that highlights each of her volumptious attributes. The neckline dips so low that it barely covers her belly button. Her breast threaten to spill out if she so much as moves wrong. “Hm.” Cash grunts once more. “Never heard of you.”

“But please, I beg of you, let Camille be. She is all I have.” Before Lord Edgar could respond, a woman entered the chambers. Her movements were graceful, almost ethereal, as she glided across the room. Her beauty was striking—dark, flowing hair that reached her butt flowed behind her, onyx eyes that shimmered eerily. Her visage was impassive, and she walked towards her husband. She was Lady Elaine, the wife to Lord Edgar and mother to Elbert. Not only was she an original vampire from England, but she was also the most powerful witch in Svetyland, feared by all who knew her.

The symbol of the main kingdom of elves, the Kingdom of Aiveria. The ship landed carefully to the snow-covered ground, then its large entrance leisurely opened to reveal a beautiful elven woman with warm-fair skin, long ash-blond hair, striking green eyes, and wide cherry red lips. A braid of little diamonds sat atop the crown of her head and continued to cascade down to the end of her silky hair. Golden necklace that ornamented her neck with lime sparkling gems, and long pointed ears decorated with precious stones that is as vibrant as the snow.