Elven Woman Novels & Stories

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

The woman voiced out. Munawarrah sighed, "I've been addressed worst, slut, manipulative, cheap whore, husband snatcher... May I go on?" "You really are shameless" Amal said staring viciously at Muna. "I would've offered you something to drink but, seeing as you didn't have the simple courtesy to act classy, why then should I treat you like someone with class?" "Says the woman who has warmed the bed of too many men to be able to count so as to land her in this position."

"To say her farewells to the water here." "Thank you," I said, grateful. "Of course," she replied with a small, gracious nod before continuing on her way. I followed the path as it sloped downward, the sound of gurgling water growing stronger until I emerged into a small, mossy clearing. A stream, clear as glass, tumbled over smooth grey stones. An elven woman with hair the color of spun gold was bent at the water's edge, her fingers trailing in the current. She stood as I approached, and I saw Paitelia had been right. Kindness radiated from her hazel eyes, a gentle light that seemed to welcome me before I'd even spoken. Her right arm rested in a simple sling

She was humming, her eyes closed, her hands busy knitting a shroud out of moonlight. "Mom?" Elara whispered. The woman stopped humming. She didn't open her eyes. "You shouldn't have come, Elara. The price of entry was high, but the price of exit is everything." "I don't care about the price," Elara said, stepping into the pond. The mercury felt warm, like a bath. "I came to bring you home. Vane and I -we have the power now. We can break you out." The woman finally opened her eyes. They weren't green. They were silver, reflecting the entire garden.

come and see. I looked out at the grey mist. A single figure was standing in the dust, miles away. It was a woman in a grey silk gown. Selene. She wasn't solid; she was a flickering image, a mirage of salt and shadow. She raised a hand, beckoning me. "The Sisters are waiting, Elara," the voice whispered in my mind. "They have a gift for you. A memory you forgot to pack." The image of my mother—the woman who had supposedly "sold" us—appeared beside Selene. She was weeping, her hands reaching out for me.

He finally looks up, his golden eyes meeting Vivian’s with unwavering certainty. “And this woman—this supposedly dead woman—is no mere child of your pack.” His grip on Lynette’s hand tightens, his next words spoken with unshakable conviction. “She is Princess Selindra, first princess of the White Elves. My twin sister.”

She praised as I took breaths in between while punching the girl I was sparring with. "Okay, how about we bring our elite warriors then?" She said as she mindlinked someone from the pack. And that's when twelve ladies wearing grey chest armors came forth, and I almost fainted when I saw the female doctor with them. "She's also a warrior?" I asked in disbelief. I mean, I didn't know her, but seriously. Since when did a wolf have two careers. "Oh, right,I forgot to inform you," She sheepishly looked at me and continued "Yes she is, Max allowed her to train the newbies since she's also one of our best here and it will definitely benefit her if she gets attacked while on duty."

Deep within the heart of the forbidden forest, a hidden conversation unfolded between two extraordinary beings. Elva, a mischievous forest pixie with emerald wings, scolded the young girl named Iana. Her porcelain skin glowed pale as the moon, her tresses cascading like a waterfall of purest snow, and her eyes held the shimmering hue of sterling silver. "Iana, what were you doing there?" Elva admonished, her tiny form buzzing with agitation. "You know how perilous it is for us to venture into the realm of humans."

This language intrigued him. Soon, many figures emerged, more than 100 people with slightly darker skin than the pure Wyverna people. Alexander's eyes were fixed on the woman leading them. She was the strongest among them, dressed in animal skins, revealing her figure due to the high daytime temperatures in the rainforest. Her face bore no makeup, her skin was fair, and her beauty was exceptional. "I am Elara. Outsiders, you have disturbed the peace of Moon Deity Ruins. Leave immediately."

I felt the situation slipping away from me, the pack's fear transforming into a dangerous mob mentality. Just as I was about to speak again, a new voice cut through the chaos—ancient, powerful, and undeniably female. "Silence, all of you!" The crowd parted, revealing a figure I hadn't seen in years. Elowen, our reclusive shaman, made her way towards me with slow, deliberate steps, the ancient, gnarled stick she used as a cane punctuating her every step. Her silver hair flowed like a river of moonlight, and her eyes, clouded with age, seemed to see far more than they should.