Fantasy Elf Books Novels & Stories

Yolanda and I alighted on the light elf terrain: Alien glimmers of the whitewashed, satin blue, finely featured elves, who towered over us in silken, slender forms, held out pearl gray mushrooms and glowing yellow fruits, circling us in a whirlwind as their crystal palaces and strange, arcane stone temples blurred as they fractaled. The tribe of Ljossalfar splintered like ice.

Keeping her silence, she had watched as the gates had opened, revealing a short, middle-aged man with long pointed ears. An elf! She had screamed in her head, as she had stared at the man in front of her who belonged to a class of beings rumored to have had an affinity to strong magic. "Elves are real?" She had bent a little and whispered to the girl, who consequentially nodded at her statement. What else were real? She had thought, letting her mind bring out non-human characters from stories she had read all over the years; vampires, trolls, shape shifters, angels, demons, and dragons.

"Do you put oats in the tank or does the horse drink gasoline? I'm a little confused as to how it all works." The elf moved sideways, his feet crisscrossing as he stepped. He swung his sword back and forth with one hand. His skin was a bluish gray, his pointy ears poked through his mane of white hair, and his red cat eyes were narrowed slits as he stared at Rhychard, waiting to cut him down. The elf wore dark pants that looked like they were costumes from Little House on the Prairie and a coarse long-sleeve tunic. He had leather boots with points that matched his ears. His fingers had nails that seemed like mini daggers. It was almost as if he were a miniature version of Vargas.

Last two nights, I didn't get much sleep hence the reason why my eyes were red rimmed and itchy. Covering my nose I lifted up the fourteenth book of the morning and started to read its contents. Most of the books here were so old, layers and layers of thick dust were coating them. Skimming my eyes through the pages of the book along with my index finger, I looked for anything I could've found about the Elf Kingdom.

Slightly chuckled after realizing that there is no way I can fit in that small hole. Am I that little when we went in here? I was... able to fit in that? Just how many years has it been since I last went out of this village. I wonder if that elf still looks the same like how it looks before. I have read in the books that I saw on the exclusive chamber, the elves grow slower than the other creatures. Indeed, I am not surprised that the exclusive chamber also contains things about elves. It's about elves who is not the same creature as we are. The author of that book is also unknown that is why I am not sure if that thing is credible and reliable but.. as I can say... There would be no issue

"And before I forget, if a thing doesn't linger in your brain for about 5 seconds, the caster cannot hear it. Atleast that was the record of the fastest reader I've known." Right now, I am so much sure about one thing, indeed, I am the reason why Ruka reacted like that. The girl didn't like me and I insulted her even more. Did I just sign myself into a death wish? Will she come for me later? Maybe at midnight? My own thoughts were scarying me more that I'm already was. "And lastly, the decendants of Meniah. Red-eyed kierikos who can transform themselves into wild creatures." I looked at him closely, he had those kind of eyes. I patiently waited for him to fill me with details but he didn't s

The ears of the beautiful girl Cecil in front of my eyes have a distinctive shape. If you are familiar with fantasy stories, yes. Those are sharply pointed ears. She is an elf. Apparently, the elves in this world seem a little different from the elves I know, but the basics remain the same. Everyone has a beautiful appearance, sharp ears and long life. I was born here like the usual babies, and am now 19 years old. Compared to human beings, I think I have a greater physical ability and a more convenient body. In Algarde, Humans, Spirits, Demons, and others species live beside us. Each has an independent state, in which some cooperate and some are in hostile relationships.

She learned nothing new from books dating back to the 19th century at the oldest. She found the book she wanted not in a library. It was crammed in piles of one of the Block 71’s book vendors. A dilapidated book–with pages torn–containing ancient tales. The bookseller elf, in a gown, asked for a book so thin a price that nearly forced her soul out of her body. “A dirty secret vampires don’t want to see another daylight,” she laughed.

He murmured, almost to himself, “When crafting a wand, you usually obtain the wood for the shaft first, don’t you?” “Yes,” I replied absentmindedly. He nodded. His long fingers traced across the map; wherever they moved, a red halo gathered around his fingertips. At last, his finger stopped over the elven realm—Alfheim—and he tapped it lightly. The pages flipped rapidly. Soon the red glow faded, replaced by a radiant emerald light. The magic book now displayed an enormous tree growing from a spring. Winged elves fluttered gracefully above the water, their crystalline bodies shining so brightly that, at a glance, they resembled drifting fireflies. The tree itself was the largest I had ever se

“Then take me to the elf and don’t speak of this to anyone.” *** “You’re back,” the elf said without taking her eyes from the book she was reading. “He came with our mortal enemy as his mate. We need answers.” Freya threw the gold coins on the table and crossed her hands across her chest. “You said I won’t like what is to come. Explain.” “Determined, I see.” The elf chuckled, flashing her yellowish teeth. “My vision hasn’t changed and I still stick to my answer. You won’t like what is to come.”