Female Eladrin Elf Novels & Stories

Then she spoke, her voice softening. “My name is Elira Vaelthorn. And you’re right—I am no merchant. I am an elf of Sylvaen.” Kaelen blinked. The name stirred faint memories of stories whispered in the tavern, tales of an unseen city hidden deep in the forests, where elves lived beyond the reach of men. “Then why are you here?” he asked. Elira lowered herself against a tree trunk, pressing a hand to her wound. Her silver hair spilled across her shoulders like liquid moonlight. She looked less like a traveler and more like a fallen star.

A fourth seat sat empty beside them. “Speak of Vanadine,” Adnanter commanded. Horann crossed the room slowly and prostrated herself before them, feeling their hate and loathing for her existence crawl over her skin. Adnanter stood six feet tall, slender and willowy, his face was a mask of evil that left nothing to the imagination. Here was a creature without compassion, without mercy of any kind, an elf who would use any tactics, employ any type of violence or coercion to attain his goals. He wore black leather made from the skins of the dark Elves’ enemies in Elaris, a race called the Entrellies, to show his power and disdain for the race.

Elowyn swallowed, straightened, and stepped out onto the cobbled path like her knees weren’t made of mud. “Elyan Froste,” she said carefully. “Draven lineage. Here for admittance.” A pause. The woman stared at her. No, through her, eyes narrowed. Then she checked the ledger in her hand, her brow arching as if surprised to see the name. “From the east.” she said slowly. “That’s a long way off.” “The Dravens travel far and speak little,” Elowyn replied, just as Mia had coached her. The woman gave a faint nod.

she murmured, stepping back. More of the newly embodied dead emerged from the ruins, circling Eden and Violet. Their mouths curled open showing their fangs. Hunger gripped each one, pulling them toward the king and bodyguard with impenetrable focus. "They're all blood elves," Eden realized. "He must've turned everyone in Toreva before planting the dead inside." "Their hunger will be insatiable," Violet said, bow drawn and ready. As horror rolled through her, the living dead drew near. Blood smeared their bodies and mouths. There was nothing left of who they used to be. This was the fate Curzon intended for all of the elven kingdoms.

A heavy wind was right on time,and the guards who were not injured ran to save their lives. I approached the cell with heavy and foreign footsteps. I felt a cold liquid drop on my skin. Again and again. Before I could make sense of it, the rain began to pour heavily.Arden gripped the bars, desperation shone in his eyes. “Your eyes Elara..” With the last strength I had in me, I held the padlock hoping for a miracle from my wolf. To my greatest surprise, the metal heated and melted. The door swung open and Arden stumbled out first, he grabbed my face,

It was Adeline who chose her fate. Kris tried to listen to Adam but there were moments where those memories would make her feel tired and eventually it will make her weak. Kiara have not move on yet, she was place in her cocoon for revitalization. It was Ellie and Iridessa who were guarding her. One night, the elder elf had a bad dream. He immediately relays it to Adam himself. “What is it master?”, asked Adam. The elder elf was waiting for him at the lobby of the golden palace.

I sat down on the pillow and she sat across from me. The first man on the scroll went by the name Lyrien. Lyrien was a brooding, loyal knight who according to what's stated here had some deep connections with Eldrador. I don't think that I have seen him before but he was selected to represent one of the four elements: Earth. The second man was Caspien, a calm and enigmatic healer with the power to control tides and he represented the water. He was from the Asttland kingdom far away from here.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I’m not surprised they know my name. The female Elders are the Pixie, Banshee, and the Nymph. And the male Elders are the Elf and the Merman. All adorned in shimmering garments like none I’ve ever seen. Leaving us a bit breathless, I recollect myself, carrying Liam in my arms along my rise. This little one has a small golden crown on his head. I scoff, don’t tell me he’s been inserting himself into his noble role. “This place...” I begin, addressing the awaiting Elders. “...it’s so magical that it’s surreal – Like a fantasy world out of our dreams. To even dare dream I’m a descendant of this world...it’s still mind-boggling.”

The white fabric was already spotted with moisture and smudges of dust. "We should ask about Patrina," Aldergon suggested, his voice tight with urgency. "Someone must have seen her." Eliad approached a stall selling carved figurines, each depicting various elven forms in poses that made Aldergon avert his eyes. "We seek information about a human woman," the wood elf said without preamble. "Recently arrived in Limdrion." The vendor, a dark elf smiled a toothy grin, "A human? How fascinating. I haven't seen one in decades." His eyes slid to Aldergon, taking in the high elf's pristine robes with obvious amusement. "Though I've heard whispers."