Female Eladrin Elf Novels & Stories

They extended their hands and produced different portals. From Elphaba's portal, Queen Sirena walked in, followed by a huge squad of beautiful and ethereal-looking ladies. Behind them was a group of swordsmen. The guys looked fierce, and the ladies looked kind. Out of Eleanore's portal, the elves walked in. King Aelfred is the head of the group. He arrived with mostly male warriors and a big squad of female archers. The ladies looked terrifying, more scary and fierce than the warriors themselves.

“Something else. Something older than prophecy. She was inside my flame. Not outside it.” Saphira finally spoke. “There are legends, of Dreamwalkers. Not witches. Not seers. Creatures who exist only when time bends and the world is about to break.” “Then she’s not a ghost,” Elara whispered. “She’s true,” Kael said softly. Lucien turned to her. “What did she mean about secrets?” Elara swallowed hard. And slowly, as if ripping something from her chest, she said: “My bloodline… is not entirely Lycan. Nor vampire.”

Emmanuel said, smiling warmly as he noticed that his niece bore a striking resemblance to Calisto and his sister Emely. "Elara, I know you have many questions and things you want to say, but first, I need to introduce you to Alpha Kalil," Emmanuel continued. Only then did Elara realize she needed to pay her respects to the Alpha of this pack. "Oh! I apologize for being so emotional. I'm Elara Celestia Arundel, Luna of the Nightraven and Forestheart packs. It's an honor to meet you, Alpha Kalil," Elara said, bowing respectfully, knowing this was the customary show of respect in the Lumire Empire.

He began to sit up slowly so he could turn and face Alysin. “I am an Elfre. We must return the gifts given to us with gifts of our own. It is our purpose.” Samnom focused harder and studied the girl’s face. Her ears were pointed like an Elf’s. Elfre were part of the Elf family but they had a distinct purpose. That was to give in return for being given a gift. They were loners and few people knew much about them. After giving their gifts their spirit was freed from the world and they moved on into another dimension.

“She killed my parents Adelaide. She killed a child that wasn’t hers, forcefully took over a body that wasn’t hers, and bred hate for innocent werewolves in the heart of a Lycan King that has been killing them without mercy. She needs to have some form of reward for all her work.” “And how will we defeat her?” I hate how mellow Adelaide’s voice is but something about it rings true “Elara… is strong Cain. She’s not just anyone. She also has a part of the Lycan’s flame” “But we have more. Your power alone…” Adelaide shakes her head and lets out a deep breath.

Each of them has their own special powers. The aquatic elves had an appearance of blue skin with white stripes and patches or deep green skin, mottled and striped with brown. They live inside water having the ability to detect minute changes in the currents of the water and could hear sounds underwater that surface dwellers could not perceive. Dark elves live in caves, having a purple skin, which is usually of a very dark, almost black hue having powers; strength, speed, stamina, durability, agility, and reflexes. Some Dark Elves, like Malekith, can use fairy magic to shapeshift, teleport, and project energy blasts, deep elves live in darkness underground having strength, intelligence and de

Funichio insists. “So, you follow King Ailduin’s rule?” I ask, again trying to gain some control of this conversation. “Yes.” Fanella says. She hasn’t stopped eyeing Eli like he’s a feast and she’s starving. “I thought King Ailduin was over the elves.” Eli says, frowning. “Oh, he’s over all the fae - dwarves, fairies, the good kind; faeries, the bad kind; pixies.” “Goblins, elves, leprechauns…”

And from those rifts descended nine beings whose presence made the world itself bow. The Nine of the Council The Werewolf Prime Alpha, Magnus Greyfang, landed first—towering, silver-furred, his eyes molten gold and his voice thunder itself. Then Elarion Silvergrove, the Elf King, walked through a portal of green light, his crown woven from living branches that appear like gold. The next came Queen Nerida of the Deep Seas, rising from a spiral of ocean water, scales shimmering with bioluminescent blue. Oberis Faelora, the Fairy King, fluttered down in blinding radiance, his beauty sharp enough to cut. His gaze swept the crowd like a blade.

Rhobart nicked his skin, a few drops of blood ran down his neck. “Don’t release more arrows!” the Elf yelled, lowering his bow. Two more Elves jumped from the trees—a female and a male, both blondes—landing close to Kerra before moving closer to Rhobart and Ayla. The male had a sword in his right hand, while the female had a whip on her left hip and a short sword on the right one. “She looks identical to you, Taeral,” the female said. “Except for her ears, which are human.” She sniffed the air. “But she is only part human.”

She’s tall, my mate. I pull my wings out in a partial shift and fly up the side of a mountain, carrying her in my arms. I lay her down, tucking her hair behind her ear and that’s when I realize that my mate is an elf. Fuck! Elves derive their magic from the earth. It means that she is very capable of claiming me. She could easily use my gift against me. Dragons are the strongest of all supernaturals, but elves are clever and intelligent and they wield the earth element almost as easily as I do.