Fairy Tail Elfman Novels & Stories

he asked. "That's right, there are many gods that we worshiped in our village. They would reward those that worked hard in their jobs by granting a Job," said the same elf that had praised him before. His name was Edward Sylph. He was tall, pale-white-skinned, with long blonde hair and sharp emerald eyes, although his left eye was white, seemingly having lost vision after a former slave master slashed it with a knife. "I see… So it is something exclusive of Elves?" asked Chaos.

The work that the fairies do is very neat and perfect, they are also known for loyalty if they do something well, however, they are one of the creatures known to be stubborn and arrogant. It didn't take long after he finished burying so many corpses, the land elf approached Altair who was sitting on a large fallen log. Altair gave one of his silver orbs and poured Mana into the orb. The elf took Altair's gift and held it with his two small hands and the land elf began to disappear. Altair was surprised when he saw the land elf who returned without having to return to his original world with the power of Adir on the other hand feeling happy.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Elliot groaned, rubbing his temple with one hand. “I’m saying, stop feeling what you’re feeling. Focus on your pain and only your pain. I’m half Elf and half Ice Fairy. My healing magic doesn’t just fix injuries; it draws out pain. And in the process, I feel not only your physical pain but also your emotional state. And right now,” he shot her a pointed look, “you’re thinking things about me that I really don’t want to know.”

Pointing her fingers to the pitiful-looking child. We came near now to them. The elf notices as we walk towards their location. He smirks and looks at me maliciously. “ Look what we have here the loser fae bring a very woman with him." He has the ear of an elf. His hair is black and looking arrogant. “ What? The other useless fae is here. Talk about being unlucky." It was said by a man with looked like a womanizer. The fairy that was criticizing the child stopped what she was doing. She looked at us amused at first and then turned on being malicious.

My name is Elara Vaelorien, last living heir of the Elf royal line. By human reckoning I am one hundred and twenty-seven; by Elf standards I am still young — we live three thousand years inside the forest, and one year outside it. Today is my three hundred and sixty-third day outside. In two more days, I will dissolve into light and scatter on the wind. But I cannot die now. Because I have to kill a man, or — let him kill me.

she smiled. After dinner, the three elves went back to the Archives. It was well past midnight by then, and there was a ghostly silence. Lady Saelther took a seat on one of her reading chairs. "Nimuel, search the shelves for The Magic of the Mortals. It should be on your left. Aelanor, your mother sent me a message saying that the Shaman had returned, and he prophesized some dire event. I need you to write down everything he said, everything you remember."

Unsteady on my feet, as though I had only recently learnt to walk. The man scooted towards toddler me, and turned to face Mum, blocking her/my view as Mum jumped up and speared the elf right through the neck as he jumped over the log. She ripped out the spear, then threw it, aiming at the second Obsidian elf and hitting him right in the chest. “Are there any more?” she said to the man urgently. He shook his head. “No. Thank you.” His voice was deep and gravelly. He slumped back down to the ground, panting.

Centaurs are here. I couldn't imagine seeing one in this timeline. Along with elves that have sharp arrows launching at them. Their side started to lose some knights and I couldn’t bear this. How is this happening when they were just winning a while ago? “Long time no see, Princess.” A man stepped forward. It was the elf who argued back at the giant queen from their past adventure. “Looks like you are determined to show yourself, elf.” I retorted. The elf grinned lopsidedly, “To come and get your hand.” He announced. “As your suitor, I want to help your kingdom which doesn’t have a king now.”

Until a figure stood at the door until its shadow obscured the light of the lantern. “Outrageous! You know we got kicked out by Edmund for your insolence like this! Entering a Leader's room without permission...." Wiggy turned around ready to shoot whoever the Elf was there, but the figure in front of him now stunned the young man. He is Edmund. Looks simple without fancy uniforms, without big robes, without a crown or national scepter. His face was flat, and so were his eyes. The man took a step closer. “So you finally realized the stupidity of your proud elves.”

He held me tightly then gently laid his hands on my cheeks. "Did they hurt you? - No I'm fine. - Get off me!!" Groaned the elf, which caused Cade to snarl in response. I turned to Cade and placed my hand onto his back. "Cade, don't hurt him! He helped me escape, he's not one of them!" Cade turned his large head to gaze at me with uncertain eyes, and I nodded confidently in response. Following my request, he backed away and freed the man from his grasp. A rather annoyed glare covered the elf's face while he rubbed the dirt of his cloak.