Female Night Elf Novels & Stories

Tears slid silently down her cheeks, soaking into the sleeve of her sweater as exhaustion finally dragged her under. Under the cold stars, in a city that didn’t care she existed, Aria slept. Alone. Hungry. And burning with a hatred she never thought she could feel. ---

She was alone in Limdrion, a human in the heart of dark elf territory, with no allies and limited resources. The enormity of her situation began to sink in. She was alone, a human woman in a dark elf city, with no allies and no clear path of escape. Aldergon's warning echoed in her mind again, more ominous than ever: "They appear courteous, even charming, but their view of humans is... problematic."

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.

I walked into the main hall, feeling light, free from old ghosts, entering the crowd. “Tsk, did you see Alpha Blackwynd? Deformed, ancient, and he’s supposed to be some psycho predator. Word is, his mates either disappear or lose their minds from his brutality…” “This Nightvale girl and him it’s their fourth bond, right? What's the bet how long till they’re dragging her corpse out?” I froze as soon as I caught his name. A group of high-ranking women and young pups clustered by the pillars, voices wet with sarcasm and faces twisted with gossipy spite.

I don't care if you both are destined to be together, you won't have anything to do with her, " the woman said, leaving the room. "I am Finn Nightshade, Alpha of Moonfield Pack. '' my handsome saviour introduced himself, stretching out his hands for a handshake. I was certain that I knew about this Pack, it was rumoured to be the most powerful and peaceful pack. "I am Elara Anderson, " I said. "Of which pack?" I heard Finn ask. "I am from the Shadowfang pack, " I said. "So you have a pack but why do you smell like a rogue? " he asked.

“Another Avani? We already have him and Ancalagon, not to mention Ajax.” “Ajax isn’t that bad,” I say. “And Valko is primarily Lycan anyway.” “Having another Cedric isn’t any better,” Naida says and she and Nova giggle together. “I’ll introduce you to the boys, well, they're young men. And maybe you can go with them to dinner,” I tell them. “Is it true that some of the elves left?” Nova asks. “Only the nasty ones,” Naida says before I can answer. “Hey girls, what’s up,” Tesha asks walking up.

It was time to eat, so Evie and the Elf women had no choice but to take off their veils to reveal their stunning faces. Beanie was already considered a top-notch beauty among humans, but she was still much inferior compared to the delicate faces of the Elf women. The Elf women were well-known throughout Leila and sought after by all major forces, so they had a certain amount of capital. Pebbles would not eat these common foods as they were useless for her body. When everyone was eating, a noise came from the stairs. “I got my hands on that new woman from Primavera Brothel last night. She was something else and it was so fun.”

“I think you said you’d bring me down here if I could take out your three best fighters in three rounds, and now I’m standing here, so yeah, I think we’re negotiating.” There’s a moment of silence, and my stomach coils into a knot. Clay doesn’t blink. Finally, Eldrick’s mocking voice floats through the open slot. “Smell that, Ditch? I know you do. Did you know the young males dare each other to come down here at night? They swear that on a full moon, you can hear the echoes of the female’s screams.” Ice runs through my veins. Clay stares steadily in the direction of Eldrick’s voice. “We’re such a superstitious lot. The female’s not dead.” Eldrick chuckles. “But I’m sure she wishes she was.”

“Tragic is generous.” Before he could respond, another figure slid into the edge of their space—this time on Kael’s side. She was Nightfang by the cut of her braids, with a scar along her jaw that made her look like she lived outdoors more than in halls. Her eyes were clear, not drunk, and there was a measuring gleam there. “Heir,” she said to Kael, giving Rin a brief, respectful nod. “Didn’t expect to see you this far south without a full retinue and three elders attached.”