Evil Christmas Elves Novels & Stories

Ethan’s smile dropped and he slammed his eyes shut. I frowned, filled with impatience, as I watched his lips move rapidly. “She is still alive,” he said with his eyes still closed. “I know. She is missing,” I snapped a reply. “The mountain of ravens in the middle of the dangerous waters of Ardelene in the land of the elves.” My brows snapped up and my mother gasped in disbelief. “The elves?” she whispered, slapping her lips with her palm. “For once, you have helped me,” I muttered and Ethan opened his eyes, staring into my dark eyes with a flicker of mischief sweeping against his face.

I smiled by resting in his embrace peacefully meanwhile in the sky good angel : awww I'm shy evil angel : huh good angel : how cute they're evil angel : I don't feel so good angel : blind guy see love everywhere evil angel : I don't think so good angel : why evil angel : because we makes a great pair than them good angel : WHAT

But the front reception desk is completely empty. I tap my fingers against the marble counter. A moment later, a tall figure walks briskly out of a back room, her face set in an expression of absolute, freezing indifference. An Elf Awakener. The Elf race is a massive faction in mythology, and the girl walking toward us is undeniably a Dark Elf. Her skin is a flawless, intoxicating shade of deep, silky obsidian. Her long hair is the color of midnight, and delicate, dark-silver cuffs trace the elegant, pointed tips of her ears.

She smiled at the elves with warmth and of course she got the same warm response from them. “And we're glad ...” Nakutsck continued, “we're glad they agreed to participate in the Magic Contest of the Decade. It’s a real honour for us, that who embraced magic thousands of years ago, who knew it first, came to share it with us.” The wizard Nakutsck made a sign to a stone elf, dressed in white too, responsible for organizing everything in the white wizard's residence. Understanding the sign, the elf clapped his hands and several stone elves appeared ready to make the guests’ stay as pleasant as possible.

Anders felt as if struck by lightning, frozen in place. The bright red handprint on his face could not hide the sudden paleness of his complexion. His eyes widened in disbelief: "But... I saw it with my own eyes! It was the elves who took you away! Right there at the trading site!" Ezekiel wore a heavy expression, his eyes filled with guilt and grief. He took a deep breath and slowly revealed the truth: "That was a charade. We voluntarily cooperated with the elves in a staged performance. It was also the top secret deal our family made with the elves!"

This was not the case in the air as it was more prone to sneak attacks. Evie sat next to David without saying a word. She still looked worried. This made David very curious. What happened that turned an originally lively and cheerful little girl into the taciturn person she was now? Did something happen to the Elves? Impossible! The Elves were a big clan no matter how one looked at it. Moreover, the sacrificial ceremony was coming soon and many powerful forces in Leila had sent people over. So, it showed that the Elves were still very respectable. David did not want to waste time since he could not figure out what was going on. So, he asked head-on, “Evie, you seem to be a little different t

------------ ----------------- Three hours later . . . ------------ ----------------- "Never . . . EVER . . . ask 'How bad can it be?' EVER!" Henry said as the six "heroes" returned from their less than illustrious outing. Banshee and Lillian had been right. Some sixteen year old girl had attempted an "off voodoo" ritual to make a boy at school like her and had accidentally brought a next of EFIs into the Earth realm. EFI, as Banshee explained, stood for Evil Fucking Insect. They looked like ants, except for being six inches long, glowing yellow eyes, pincers that could bit a normal man's fingers off, and an extremely tough hide. There had been thousands of them wandering around, trying to g

HAZEL - Thank you for shopping at Waldorfs, return soon and have a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year!" Chirps the cashier, clad in a Santa Elf costume. Katie, Arielle, and I exit the upscale retail shop, carrying fancy plastic bags thickened with purchased merchandise. Huxley and a dozen undercover Molotov Mafia members trailing closely behind us.

Passing through the gate, they arrived at the island where Eloise was. Eloise, seeing the dark beasts before her, could only think of one thing: kill. Of course, she would not take action herself. As a level-eight immortal, her involvement would result in a meaningless slaughter. Thus, it was time for the two little Invisibees to face their nightmare.

“I will never get it because you witches are evil. So are humans. That is the one thing you all share in common. You’re all evil.” “There are evil Elves too!” Ron protested. “It doesn’t matter what creature they are. Vampires, Werewolves, Mermaids, there’s evil in every race. It’s not just humans and witches!” “Oh really?” Young Zedekiel asked. “Then tell me, has any Elf tricked your people using a peace treaty then poison them with the one thing that can kill them? Has an Elf cut off the heads of your father and brother and sent them to you in a box? Has an Elf ever tortured your people to death?”