Fairy Tail Elfman Novels & Stories

Byron went to kitchen to get some water before continuing his story. "I was born to a family in the east point or Faklan, my name was baron which means young warrior. At that time I was yet to receive my elf name..." Elf name!! Did her father just say he was an elf. "So...what was your elf name.." Madeline asked as she took large gulps of water. "Albericus..." Byron said slowly, he was the elf ruler of the high elves, he was the pride and joy of his people, it saddened him that he couldn't protect his people or his wife.

I gave him a reassuring smile and he closed the carriage door for me. It didn’t take long to arrive. The mansion was beautiful but boring. Classic style in white and blue colors, like the palace. A young elf in gray uniform approached the carriage and helped me out. Elves have shorter ears, almost like humans, but pointed. Unlike fae, they don’t have fangs. Also, their powers are closer to nature. Whilst ours can manifest in different ways. That’s all about differences. I presented my invitation to the butler who was also an elf. He welcomed me announcing aloud my presence. The owner (an elf again) came to salute me with his wife at his hand. It was a new one by the way.

he said bending down on his knees as he tells the elf's to do so as well. Aldmeris replies ' Yes, yes my highness' he said in a trembling voice. 'Not your highness but your queen!' she said, getting angry. Aldmeris replies “ Forgive me my queen, I am an elf from the Avallonè kingdom and I have come as an ally to join you in your mission in defeating the winter fairy.” he said, still bowing down on his knees. 'hmmm, the winter fairy you say, ah! I remember! Why should I agree to your request in helping me in defeating the winter fairy hmmm' she said moving in circles around them. Aldmeris replies 'Well because we also hate light supernaturals just as much as you do. With me are my elf's from

With a smirk and a handsome one at that, the tall figure lifted his chin and looked down at Sean before proudly presenting himself with a voice full of pride and authority. "I'm Oswin Alvingham, the king of the elf." Sean's jaw dropped open. He used his fingers to clean his eardrums before asking again. "Err...Who did you say you were?"

It’s the same elf man from earlier, his touch light but assertive. “ This way… ” He murmurs. He guides me to the opposite side of the table, his hand remaining far longer than necessary. My eyes dart to Dustin, who is already surrounded, his jaw tight, but he is not resisting. Not yet. “ I would like to know you. ” The elf whispers, pulling out a chair for me as though he is some kind of gentleman. I force myself to sit, my movements stiff, my gaze flickering towards Dustin. His eyes are on me, and there is something in there—anger. A restrained kind that only I can detect.

“You won’t ask any questions like you used to. It makes it seem too boring.” “I have been fooled by you all this time, your Grace,” his lips twisted into a sneer. “Who know what kind of lies you will tell after that? I fear losing my life to a trivial cause… And I am not truly a human, you know that. I am an elf and I don’t like Dotoria at all.”

The stinging on my face suddenly didn't seem as bad anymore. The guards helped me to my feet just as the white haired man turned. I gasped as his features came clearly into view. He was an...Elf? "Yes, child. I'm an elf." He answered smiling. "My name is Yaris. You're welcome to our home, Elora." I was still awestruck by this discovery. Elves were real? I thought they'd all been wiped out in the Great war. How..? "That's a long story to be told, child." He answered again.

he mumbled, biting his tongue when it became evident that he was indeed here to gather information about us. "No need to call the warriors. He's coming with us," Emre declared, grabbing the Elf by the back of his neck and forcing him to his feet. The Elf winced and squirmed. "I'm actually very ticklish there--never mind," the Elf stopped his complaints when Emre began to drag him out of the woods. I followed my mates while the Elf, Finch, attempted to engage in small talk. His voice was high-pitched yet oddly soothing. "By the way, I'm Finch," he said, turning to me and extending his hand for a handshake. However, Bellamy swiftly slapped his hand away.

Silas barked a laugh, his face tilting up towards the sky. "You can never be too prepared, Son. Besides, I don't want to become like Clive, beer gut and that grey look about him. It's unsettling." I grimaced at the thought of the elf. He worked at a butcher shop in the village. How he got such great kills, I would never know, but I guess judging a book by its cover wasn't the best way to know someone. But to be fair, the stories about Elvin didn't help his cause; he was a brutish pig who scammed more fae out of money than most. But he did so within the laws making him untouchable. "So, what's really got you bothered, Erik? Ever since Damon's coronation, you have been somewhere else." I press