Novel & Cerita Elven Woman

I was so relieved that I had not accidentally crossed paths with Alexander yet, but when I turned around the corner, I almost bumped into an older tall, blonde-haired woman. I took a step back and began to apologize when I realized that this woman was not a werewolf. She was tall and slim and had pointy ears that told me she was an elf, just like Lucian. And from the luxurious but elegant way she was dressed, I realized she must be a very important person. Right on cue, Lucian bowed down very quickly in front of her. “Apologies, Lady Elenor, we did not see you there.” The woman smiled at Lucian warmly. “Oh Lucian, it has been a while. It is good to see you looking so healthy now,” she said,

After about half an hour of running, I slowed down as I could smell Elvenia. Elvenia was standing by a tree, humming an intricate song. This was her family's thanks to the forest. Her family looked like the elves that left earth a long time ago so their kind were not killed off. Her aurora glowed around her. It was a white glow. Her hair was silver tied down the side of her face in a braid, with tiny white flowers everywhere. Her wings flattered too fast for the naked eye to see.

'Veesa says it's tearin or something like that…' 'It's tarren, one of the oldest elvish medicines and one of the rarest there is'. The woman who enters wears a black, long sleeveless gown that looks too big for her small frame. Her hands are lined with veins and her arms are quite muscular…too muscular for a lady, especially for someone as old as she looks. She shuffles over to the bed and smiles at me. It's a kind one, unlike the lupine grin I had envisioned would be on wolvens' faces. I wonder if she is one of them. 'I'm Veesa, the woman in charge of keeping you alive. How are you feeling now, Saelyna?' I frown at her. 'I never told you my name', I point out. She's mixing something in the

She was too smart not to know that she shouldn’t bite off more than she could chew. Standing from a distance, Minah could see a familiar figure of a fidgeting woman who was waiting outside her unit. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, the woman spun around and made eye contact with her. The woman was gripping the sling of her unbranded bag and was wearing a simple T-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Isabel. Minah crossed her arms as soon as she reached her. “What brought you here?” “Can we talk?”

Luckily, Zoro swiftly caught the woman and immediately led her to the couch. "What's wrong, miss? Are you sick?" asked Zoro. Gina looked at her interlocutor with a complicated expression on her face. She had never seen a man as handsome and perfect as this. A sharp nose, slightly narrowed eyes, also those dark red lips, ah, Gina would be willing if she died right now. Zoro, who felt uncomfortable being stared at in such a way, snapped his fingers at Gina so that the woman blinked slowly. The elf man sighed softly. This often happens and most of the victims are human beings who are female. Elves do have their charisma, those who have never seen that race will immediately be stunned. As for ot

She opens the door and leads us in. Her house is decorated with natural elements, arranged in interesting ways and colorful tapestries and crystals line shelves and walls. I take a seat on what she refers to as the couch and we talk for a while. About weather, books, boys and girls. She expresses a fondness for the girl who had made my library card and I grin. Same sex mates are rare among us wolves, and that makes them all the more special. "Have you told her that you like her?" I inquire, and Evers' face turns as pink as her hair.

said one of the elves wearing headbands. Lillian didn't argue, to be honest, her hands were sore and she needed rest. The girl sat on a rock, watching the Elves work while her hands cupped the medicine bowl. A question flashed through her mind, something that had made her grimace, and was somewhat hesitant about associating with the female Elves. "By the way, why do you call me Madame? I'm not a respectable person." "You are, Mr. Wiggy's wife," replied Elf who was collecting mushrooms casually.

Elves had tattoos of birds to show how strong their abilities are and usually the more birds the more powerful they are like the stars that pixies had on their shoulders and necks, another trait they are said to have is tattoos that are usually on their shoulder of a phoenix, Elves keep them covered unless they are around people they trust because they changed color with their mood and from a very young age elves are trained to hide their emotions, as a way to gain an advantage in battle. Ari, who had moved to stand beside me, reached out and shook my shoulder, smirking at me as I looked at her, confused. She looked at the man, then me, and winked. Bratty sister figures out everything. She k

“When it falls in the hands of someone who only looks for their own benefits, it never ends well.” He didn’t care. “Thank you for telling us the story,” Elena said with a sincere smile. “I’ve learned a lot about things I never knew happened in our land.” “You are a daughter of Vallas, but you also have the Gift and can use it for good. Now that you’ve seen what happens here, are you going to help us?”. “I am still learning, but I will do my best to restore the forest to what it used to be.” She turned to Ivar, “I’m sure there are some sorcerers who could help, too.”

Riven said, not looking at the werewolf, but at the lady that was swaying her hips, watching them as she strolled. Without replying, the woman broke into a grin and ran straight for Riven. Elara barely had time to blink before the woman leapt into his arms, her hands thrown around his shoulders as Riven caught her easily against his body. The impact barely moved him. Meanwhile, Elara would've been hanging on the tree branches with that kind of force. "Riven!!! You think you can slip in and out of this pack creating problems as you go, huh? You trouble maker!" The woman, Zara, said laughing...