Novel & Cerita Elven Woman

“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...

--- She dreamed of fire again. But this time, there was a figure in the flames—a woman with black hair and eyes the color of spoiled wine. She was beautiful and terrible, and she was smiling. Elara, she said. My little weapon. I've been waiting for you. Elara tried to run. Her legs wouldn't move. You don't have to be afraid, the woman continued. You were made for me. Bred for me. You are the culmination of two thousand years of work. And I have come to claim you.

I looked at both men, wondering how to get out of this. Unfortunately, the strange man spoke. “I am Olpheus, the last pure blood of the Elves.” he announced, stepping closer to me and my heart raced. “I have come to take my beloved home.” He smirked at Ian It was the wrong thing to say. Ian’s eyes twitched, and he snarled at me, “You whore, so this is what you have been doing? Sleeping around … sleeping around with monsters behind my back?” whore? My mouth parted in disbelief and my brain lagged.

In the center of the cavern sat a group of women. There were twelve of them. They sat in a circle around a massive cauldron of molten iron. They wore robes of gray wool. Their faces were hidden by hoods. One of them stood up. She was tall and thin. She lowered her hood. Her face was a map of wrinkles. Her eyes were milky white. She was blind. "Welcome," the woman rasped. "We have been expecting you Elara Vance." "Expecting us?" I asked. I kept my hand near my gun. "How?"

And whispered: “Why now?” The flame in the room flickered, not from the wind. From presence. A figure stepped from the shadows. Not armed. Not hostile. Just quiet. A woman dressed in raven-black velvet, her hair woven with feathers and starlight. Her eyes glowed violet. And her voice___ “Because you woke us.” Elara didn’t move. “Who are you?” The woman smiled. “Your aunt.” Elara’s breath caught. “Impossible.” “Not to those who never died,” the woman said.

Their blades glow with the same ethereal light as the arrow. Elves. For a heartbeat, I think I’m hallucinating. Then another rogue falls, cut down by a shimmering spear. The air changes—less suffocating, more charged. Ancient. Powerful. The massive wolf scrambles off me, snarling at the new threat. A woman steps into view, her silver hair flowing like moonlight, eyes bright with something far older than the tunnels around us. “Elena,” I breathe. She moves to me in a blur, her mate at her side—tall, golden-eyed, radiating strength that presses against my skin like a living thing.

Their faces are illuminated by a warm glow as they share stories and laughter, their differences forgotten in the spirit of unity. Elara's surroundings shift, and she finds herself by the banks of a tranquil river. The water sparkles under the gentle caress of the moonlight. A figure stands before her—a formidable elven warrior, his eyes reflecting both determination and vulnerability. She watches as he trains tirelessly, honing his skills and channeling the power of the natural world to protect his realm.

But now, he really could barely contain himself in the presence of this elven woman. ROARRRR... "Damn it! Miss, you're making too big a deal aren't you? Obviously unable to defeat it, why are you attacking this fire lion?" Asked Long Chen. "I..I need the point to help my sister who was hit by the poison." The elf woman replied innocently. "God damn! How can there be a woman as innocent and seductive as this? Damn! This is definitely a very difficult ordeal for me." Long Chen complained in his heart and somewhat regretted having followed this woman earlier just out of curiosity.

Some people even got tired of the Elven woman after buying them, so they would sell them again at a cheaper price. They did not see Elven women as human beings at all. Many Elven women were tortured to death after changing hands many times. At that time, Isa silently swore in her heart that it would be her duty in this life to bring down the Vingeans. No matter how high the price, it would be worth it. Yet after serving as the Elven Queen for so many years, she still could not find a chance to annihilate the Vingeans, even as she led the Elves to change their fate of being treated as prey.