Female Eladrin Elf Novels & Stories

Moon elves. I didn't know much about them, but as I have heard from Priam over their conversation, they are one of the strongest and powerful elves. They have the strongest blue magic that if compared to witches, Elves are much stronger with their natural powers. They were the ancestors of the half Elves, more tolerant of humans. As I have heard Priam and Jordan discussing that they were once known as the high elves and used to be called Eladrin. The myth of Elves was still a mystery for me. I didn't know much about them, nor did I know much about her. Looking at Sheera, remind me of my childhood. She looked more like a human than an Elves. Her resemblance was more like me.

He said to me so impatiently. He asked us to follow him into another room. It is a library, full of books. There are another two Elven inside. Both of them are female, so beautiful with a high cheekbone, icy blue eyes and long silvery hair. They look at us in a disgusted expression. “Arethusa, you brought your half-blood cousin with her pets? Are you crazy?” said one of the female Elven with a scoffed. I was almost jumped and choke that long neck of hers, but Zephyr hold into my hand and shakes his head, “No, this is not our place to be uncivilized, just be patient, we are going out soon enough.” Zephyr whispered it directly into my ears.

Elara The crack widened again. A sharp, tearing sound split through the clearing as the ground shifted beneath us, dark energy spilling out faster now, thicker, heavier—like something on the other side was pushing harder to break through. The thing in front of us straightened. Fully. For the first time since it emerged. Its form stabilized just enough to look… complete. Not human. Not entirely. But close enough to make it worse. “Elara,” Adrian said, his voice tight, urgent. “Tell me what to do.”

Stormee Adalwulf Yavanna swamped me with books on Elven law. She explained most of their traditions, and to be accurate, they were misogynist. I was appalled when I learned she was a certified lawyer working as a maid because the elven world didn't offer her the chance.

The two elves nodded at his explanation, and then Lyndino decided to strike while the iron was still hot. "A three-person fuck isn't too bad, right?" he asked, but already climbed into the bed and shot two beams of light into the elves' bodies, washing their tiredness away. "Let's do it, master," Delphina suggested. Call her a whore or whatever, but her pussy was already aching to have a taste of that dick, forget his identity as a tree. "Alright, you guys do it," said Eira. In no time, Lyndino and the female elf were already connected, and he was pounding her honeypot like it was his last fuck.

Every day, she would tell Elwin that the female elves all harbored evil intentions. Once Elwin became tired of hearing about it, he decided to simply give her a wide berth. His attitude directly affected the other half-elves. Slowly, even the ones who delivered daily necessities to her stopped coming by. She frequently went without food to eat or clothes to wear, and she felt suffocated by the reality of her living situation. Then, she heard that a certain wolf tribe's Highlord had conceived a silver wolf pup with a human partner. The entire tribe was in the middle of sending out invitations and preparing a banquet to celebrate the young wolf.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

Niamh looked around in wonder. "You have never been this deep into the Kingdom, my Queen?" King Lorcan noticed. The young Elven Queen shook her head, "No, never. I have heard about Imnenora, and the homes in the trees, but I didn't know…" Her voice trailed off as their presence was becoming known. Elves were coming in from the fields and out of their tree homes. A rather tall Elflord, with dark hair and brilliant, brown eyes, walked towards the group who had halted in what seemed to be the village center. He was dressed in a soft green tunic with tan-colored pants and boots. A single gold earring adorned the edge of the elf's ear.

I, Anno, clutched a bag of deer meat damp with dew as I walked along the streets of the elven town, the burning pain from the wolf’s claws still lingering on my right cheek from last night. Whispers followed me all the way. “It’s her—that defective elf with a broken wing, and she’s even keeping a tamed werewolf.” “It’s laughable. That werewolf doesn’t even look at her. He’s always trying to run away, but she still treats him like a precious treasure.”

Her name was Ruby Atwater, a necromancer, and a mother to Elinor Wildes. Elinor Wildes would be forever on the run from The Spirits who are determined to make her the last Were-witch to ever exist, to make her suffer the same fate as Judas. But she does not know it… yet.