Elvish Quotes Novels & Stories

"We don’t fight the dark. We echo the light." Raven raised her glass. "To the only firewall that matters: community." Elise added, "To the stories that wouldn’t stay quiet." Sophia looked up at the flickering lights drifting skyward. "And to every echo," she said, "that dares to become a flame."

The witches stepped back. “Our warning is given,” the elder said. “Choose wisely.” They vanished into the trees. The forest fell silent again. Elara released a breath she didn’t realize she held. “Well,” she said softly, “that was comforting.” Verath didn’t answer immediately. He stared into the shadows, jaw tight. “You shouldn’t listen to them,” he finally said. “They didn’t sound wrong.” “They want influence.” “Or they want me alive.” He turned to her. “So do I.”

Miss Grace exclaimed, panic rising in her voice. But Elijah stared into Madam Jewel’s eyes, sneering as though she had just started a game of chess that he wasn't willing to back out of or surrender, and said in a deadly serious tone, “Do unto others as you want them to do to you,’ do you know that quote?” Madam Jewel froze, looking at Elijah with wide, disbelieving eyes, her mind unable to comprehend that Elijah was challenging her and trying to provoke her, which left her completely stunned and unable to respond.

"The elves and those other pathetic creatures were just the beginning. I clenched my fists, the anger bubbling inside me as she continued. “Ah, yes,” she said, as though savoring the memory. “The elves. Their lifeforce… It tasted so delicious. They were powerful, yes, but weak at the same time. It was so easy to take what I needed from them. Their strength, their vitality—it fed me, it gave me the power I craved. And you, Raven… you will be so much more.”

She had kept her word and stayed within reach of Nina and that knight. "Humans are perverted. To have a number of enemies that numerous eyes are necessary," Livia said in that same condescending tone. "You realize you're in a wolf's den, don't you, child?" 'Is she scolding a human?' Sylvia brushed the thought aside. Elves caring for humans was the same as the moon eating the sun. She smiled and casually replied, "Why? Are you worried about me?" The elf scoffed as she placed a hand on her hip.

This curious me didn't do just as what I must. “What is do you mean by that?” “huh? You mean the Goddess thing?” “yes” “I am not sure if I should tell it but—” “just say it already” “Alright but... Hah, don't blame me okay?” “yeah” “the moment I landed my eyes on you there is some strange energy surrounding your body. It was like a gray fog and that is much stronger and thicker in your right leg. As you can see, this is one of the talents of us elves. Being able to see curses and pain and any other thing that have a connection with natural things.”

"You already drank my love. Can you really say no to me?" A long pause. "Those aren't your words," Elias said. Liora blinked. "What?" "The first part. That's Shakespeare." Her mouth opened. Then closed. "Sonnet 116," he added, almost bored. "I — yes. Okay. Fine. But the second part was mine." "The goblet line." "Yes." "It wasn't very good." Liora stared at him. "Even Shakespeare," she said finally, with as much dignity as she had left, which was not much, "would bless us."

I had a sense of déjà-vu while seeing her. Elves consider themselves noble creatures. They did not blend with humanity only when it needed to be. "Do you know me?" "He does not have them, such a shame. I thought of seeing the usual expression that I see," she looked at Adelia, who laughed. "I have a feeling that Dahlia told you some interesting facts. I will answer honestly. I will tell you the truth but not the whole ones. I am confused about myself for forgetting important stuff. I expect you do not know what you are battling with," her expression was benevolent like a saint.

Nimuel said. She came closer to her and sat down on the bed beside her. Aelanor was still on the floor, crying silently. Nimuel brushed her hair with her fingers ever so softly and pulled her up on the bed, beside the Queen. "You've aged," Queen Gaelemar chuckled. "I prefer to think that I have matured, in terms of age as well as mental faculties. Tell me mother, don't the elves have the same mental growth as humans?" she asked. "Of course, we do, my child. In fact, we are wiser than any other race, and we are the same ever since our birth."

Draco said solemnly. "Is it for real?" asked Astrid, still in awe with her eyes wide. “This is real. Be careful in your attitude. The Elves are people of great pride and great strength. Don't offend them,” Draco advised. Astrid nodded curtly. “They like to answer questions in the form of puzzles or riddles. It is our job to interpret the meaning of their words. Please pay attention to their every word. Because behind the words implied a different meaning. They're coming,” Draco said in a low voice.