Female Eladrin Elf Novels & Stories

the girl asked. "I am," I said, standing straighter. She exhaled. "Good. My name is Elara. This is my younger brother Kato. We came because... I think we’re connected." Sybil stepped forward. "What are you?" Elara looked her in the eye, completely unafraid. "I’m part elf. Part witch. Part phoenix." Phoenix? My wolf stirred. "The fire you felt in your dreams," Snowy whispered. That was her light calling out.

They usually have blonde hair, green or blue eyes, and pale skin. The second race of elves is the dark elves. These elves are rarer; they live in cave-like cities, in Elvengard. They are able to see in the dark, they can control shadows and move through shadows, and they also have exceptional physical strength and agility. They usually have white hair, brown, black, or green eyes, and dark skin.

As they parted to allow the newcomers into the circle, I could see the distinct features of pointed ears and fair, otherworldly beauty that marked them as elves. My hands are white-knuckled, holding tightly to the arms of the chair as if they were the only thing keeping me grounded. My knuckles are pale and my fingers are shaking slightly. The elf's hands gracefully reached up to the hood, pulling it back to reveal the sight of a stunning female with long, golden hair that seemed to glow with its ethereal aura. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of purple like amethysts catching the light and reflecting it in an otherworldly sheen. The other elf was a towering figure, standing at least seven

But the front reception desk is completely empty. I tap my fingers against the marble counter. A moment later, a tall figure walks briskly out of a back room, her face set in an expression of absolute, freezing indifference. An Elf Awakener. The Elf race is a massive faction in mythology, and the girl walking toward us is undeniably a Dark Elf. Her skin is a flawless, intoxicating shade of deep, silky obsidian. Her long hair is the color of midnight, and delicate, dark-silver cuffs trace the elegant, pointed tips of her ears.

Laughter, real laughter, echoed off stone that had once rung with growls and grief. Elara stood at the head table beside Kael, still in her battle leathers, silver markings now soft and permanent, like elegant tattoos. Her hybrid traits had settled into harmony: fangs retractable, claws sheathed unless called, fur reduced to faint silver sheen along her arms and throat. Her eyes, warm brown threaded with silver, shone with quiet power. The pack raised tankards, howling toasts to their Alpha and his queen, to the bridge who had bled willingly and lived.

"The Silver Moon 'princess' sent to satisfy the King's debt." I pulled the silk dress tighter around my body. "I am Elara. And you are?" "I am Kaelin, the Lead Warrior of this pack," she snapped. "And these are my sisters. We’ve spent years shedding blood for this mountain, only for our Alpha to bring home a... human-smelling runt." One of the younger girls giggled. "She doesn't even have a scent, Kaelin. Is she even a wolf?"

She knew the common tongue well. Keyla smiled at her in return. The Elf was clad in clothing that was more typical for a Grenyaar among humans. Soft trousers and supple boots, both of natural tan colors, with a pale green short-sleeved top over which was a deep green vest. A quiver of arrows was slung over her shoulder, and she bore a short sword on her belt. In some ways, the Elf reminded her of Damara Edon. She remembered seeing Randey’s mother in her fighting gear more than once, and she had been most imposing. Of course, Damara certainly did not have Taiya’s golden-hued hair or delicate elven features – and certainly not the pointed ears – but Taiya had an air of fierceness that was more

Lord Kira said, going to meet him, collecting his sword from him. "I will tell you," Dean finally said. "For you to understand, I will start from the beginning." he added and sat down on his bed and patted the bed. Kira sat down quietly. "I am listening to you, Dean," she said. "When Kudarma and Ashland were still one, we have priestesses and seers that communicate with the gods, the Elves and the Dwarfs, but there are three who are the most gifted and they are called the Elites. And they are, Adaoh, Sarah and Phoenix," Emperor Dean said and took a deep breath before releasing it. "One day, I went strolling with my guards. I was looking outside the window through my carriage when I saw her.

Three woman, all leaders of their own, stood side by side and watched the hordes of enemies marching through my lands in the distance. Eldora covered in red body paint with shimmering silver chain mail over her chest and wings. Evelyn, with dark hair and black lips, covered her body in a thick black long sleeve dress that reached her ankles. Despite the limited pale skin showing her tattoos were prominent on her body to view. I wore only my royal black t-shirt with black leggings and army boots. Draconian had given me a red uniform jacket and I wore it proudly to show my colors of both werewolves and Vampires. “It’s time for me to cause some illusions. Be safe!” Eldora gave us both a nod the

And that's what she believed in. "Do you know Amari's last form? The Immortal Dragon, Endralth?" Zuriel asked. Elisia nodded. Amaris, her niece, was born to her brother, Phelan and the Moon Goddess, Selene. She was a halfling—half demon and half goddess. And a very powerful one. She had ten forms, meaning she could shapeshift into ten powerful creatures. Endralth was one of them.