Elven Woman Novels & Stories

She looked at me and her lip curled. "New pet, King?" "Mate," Gunnar corrected, voice flat. "Elva Porsteinsdóttir. Treat her like you treat me or I'll feed you to the hounds." The woman: Nina, I guessed from the name tag on her jacket shrugged. "War party's coming for her. Whole border's buzzing. You sure she's worth it?" Gunnar looked down at me. That spark between us crackled so loud I swore the others could hear it. "She's worth every drop of blood we spill."

And then Kaelen saw her. Amid the wreckage of a toppled cart, half-hidden by broken wood and spilled grain, a young woman lay struggling to rise. An arrow jutted from her side, the shaft snapped in half. Her hair shimmered silver in the firelight, cascading around a face too sharp, too perfect to belong to any villager. Her ears, Kaelen realized with a jolt, were pointed. An elf. Her violet eyes locked on his. And though he had never seen her before, something deep in his chest tightened, as though he had always known her.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

Elowyn swallowed, straightened, and stepped out onto the cobbled path like her knees weren’t made of mud. “Elyan Froste,” she said carefully. “Draven lineage. Here for admittance.” A pause. The woman stared at her. No, through her, eyes narrowed. Then she checked the ledger in her hand, her brow arching as if surprised to see the name. “From the east.” she said slowly. “That’s a long way off.” “The Dravens travel far and speak little,” Elowyn replied, just as Mia had coached her. The woman gave a faint nod.

Her scent was neutral Lunaris—ward ink, old forests, and something that might have once been incense. “Princess,” she said, inclining her head. “Thank you for coming.” Elowen didn’t step fully inside yet. “Who are you?” she asked. “And why didn’t you send this through the elder?” The woman’s smile was too small to be reassuring. “Names are…" complicated,” she said. “In this. Call me what you like. As for the elder—some choices are easier to make when one doesn’t have to report them on a ledger.”

Their call was being heard by the remnants of the world that remembered the old ways. Two days later, the real answer arrived. Elidra was in the grove with Kieran and showed him how sunlight made rainbows in the mist of the waterfall. A figure stepped from the trees. It was not a Hound or a wolf. It was a woman, or something like one. She was tall and slender with skin the texture of birch bark. Her hair was a cascade of living green vines woven with tiny, white, star-shaped flowers. Her eyes were the colour of dark, still water. She wore garments of woven moss and lichen that shifted with her movements to blend into the forest.

I spat, stepping forward into the light of the valley. The woman turned. Her eyes were not emerald or crimson; they were a solid, unblinking gold, like coins reflecting the sun. She looked at me with a pitying smile that made my skin crawl. "Greetings, Darlene," the woman said, her voice a melodic harmony that lacked any trace of the fire's crackle. "I am Elara. I am the light that doesn't burn. I am the sun that the High Council has prayed for since the day the first Sun-Walker turned her back on the moon".

“There’s probably no point to this.” Eli purses his mouth and, leaning over, takes my glass away from me. “Lavender, you are not the villain.” I lift my brow. “You had to take away my drink to tell me that?” “Listen to me. You are one of the good ones.” “Am I?”

Who could this stranger be, and why were they here in her secluded sanctuary? As the figure approached with slow, graceful steps, Aria’s heart quickened. She soon realized it was an old woman, her face carved with lines that told stories of time, wisdom, and experience. The woman's piercing yet kind eyes glimmered, radiating warmth like the first rays of sunlight breaking through the morning fog. “Hello, Aria,” the old woman said, her voice soft yet resonant, like the gentle chime of a bell. “I am Eluned, a humble servant of the Moon Goddess, and I have come to guide and assist you.”

The world tilted, my eyes flickered, and before I knew it, I lost consciousness. I was still in confusion, surrounded by darkness when a woman suddenly appeared to me. She brought with her a piercing light that sent the darkness packing. Her icy silver eyes were piercing, and her long white hair flowed like a river of starlight. The crescent moon shimmered on her forehead, was blinding, and made it impossible to get a good look at her. I was still trying to make out who she could be when I heard her speak to me. "Eliana," I was startled; I didn't see her lips move, yet she was speaking to me. I know wolves could speak with their minds, but only packmates or marked wolves could mind-link. But