Female Blood Elf Novels & Stories

“Hardworking and talented people should be praised. And to be honest, I realized this because I have Elf blood.” Liam and Zaha immediately focused to hear Alameida's explanation. But with her mischievous smile, the woman flicked her finger at the foreheads of both of them. “Aish, no need to be so serious. You two don't know that Elves have a higher sensitivity to energy than other creatures?" asked Alameida. Alameida explained with a satisfied smile seeing the two men in front of her rubbing their foreheads which had just been flicked by her fingers. She said that Elves actually only have two main advantages over humans, namely their longevity and their sensitivity to energy.

"Are you a disciple of the Human Clan in Snow Province? Which sect are you from?" On the arena, the fighter of the Demon Clan had appeared. It turned out to be a woman at an age of 18 or 19 years old. Her perfect body was covered with a pink gauze dress with flesh-colored skin looming. With full breasts, long legs, thin and winged eyebrows, she was small and delicate and her skin was as white as the snow of Yulong Mountain. There was a three-pointed cinnabar mark between her eyebrows, which made her look noble and holy. As a member of the Demon Clan, this girl did not have a trace of Demon Aura but had a pure aura like a natural elf.

The Maeve's were all identical and were all of different ages from baby all the way up to elderly. They regarded the newcomers with the suspicion of eyes that had never before seen another female - or a male at all. Luckily - Vrethie could pass for either gender in his human form. His human form - a tall elf - was of a beauty that got him stares even in places where half-genders existed. But here - here his beauty was a rare gem and a thing of envy. The maeve's - terrified - went to attack them. Miaka help up her weapon in a futile gesture of peace. "We mean you no harm!"

She was tall and had a slim figure and unlike Ace, she was always smiling. Well glad to know that not all elves are grumpy. Another female elf in the group is Lady Rebecca. Unlike Lady Solace, her hair was in a lighter shade of brown that I have always wanted and has blonde highlights. She even looked more stunning with her simple lavender colored dress that seems to fade to change into different colors when hit with light. With her dark blue eyes it was almost impossible to miss her.

“Why… can’t I cry…?” The only feeling inside me is disgust, at the bottom of my stomach a sensation of uneasiness builds up. Something that has been bothering me deep inside finally becomes true. Elves are not just cold. Love, compassion, friendship, empathy, anger, envy, all these humans feelings are not only too primitive for an elf to understand, we literally cannot feel them. My own body proves it, as it rejects even shedding a single tear for my dear sister Lada. In this world and to us elves, only knowledge and power matter. For me to survive here, there no other way than to become stronger and let go of my human heart. To either forget about these feelings or continue being an outcast

said the human warrior. "Are you sure it's because we're all splitting up after only just managing to meet up in-game and not because you won't be able to spend some quality time with our boss and his lovely feline-looking daughter," said a female dark elf wearing mage robes with a scepter in her hands. Those words caused the warrior to choke on his words and a small blush to form on his face. This blush grew when he took a side glance at the feline lady in question, only to see her looking at him.

Although she is a snow Wolf but I hope she is not the one. But, my heart squeezes in shock and uncertainty uneasiness when I take the paper out of the envelope and the first thing that caught my attention. The picture of Princess Elle, AKA Princess Elektra Brienne Fluer, the legendary Omega Warrior of Arizona Blood Moon Pack. Comparing to my wife, Aurora Bliss, anyone would think they are different person but I know that's not the case

Kael's Pov I watched helplessly as Elvanya's body lifted higher off the ground. She floated in the center of the ritual circle at least ten feet in the air. Silver light surrounded her so bright I could barely look at it. Her screams echoed through the forest and they did not sound human anymore. They sounded like the wind and like thunder and like something ancient waking up. Blood started running from her nose. Then from her eyes. Thin streams of red against her pale skin.

Instead, I bled through my gloves and finished all fifty-eight. Not all of them were cruel. One student, a girl named Nyra Alen, offered me water after a training match. Her skin shimmered faintly like moonlight, and her House crest marked her as Sirenblood—an offshoot of water elementals known for song-based magic and emotion sensing. “You shouldn’t let him push you like that,” she said, handing me the flask. “He’s doing it because he’s afraid of what you’ll become.” I snorted. “Pretty sure it’s because he enjoys watching me bleed.”

Eli explained. "You expect me to believe this?" she questioned. Eli gently guided her to the next group of people dancing more effortlessly, fair-like, and beautiful. One girl had emerald green scaly skin with yellow cat-like eyes, and another looked like the waves of the water, different shades of blue and white from her dress to her hair. "Nymphs," Eli explained, "They all have different strengths. Like Bashira, she's a snake type; Allura, she controls water elements; Lewellyn, a nature type."