Female Night Elf Novels & Stories

That prayer went unanswered as the male spoke again. "Could you give me her number, maybe? Or tell me how to reach her. I have to see her again. I need to confirm if we know each other-" "You don't know each other!" I snapped. "Also, she's a Forest Mooner. Are you shirking the rules already? You're not supposed to interact with any of them!" "The elites," he countered. "I'm not supposed to interact with the elites, the elders, and their children. That girl is half-blood. I doubt she falls in one of these categories. Right, Alpha Nick?"

— I roll my eyes at him. — Sorry, rookie — he murmurs, almost gently. — But that life of yours is over. The deal is: no one outside the clan. I shrug. I have no interest in humans anyway — truth is, I don’t have interest in anyone but Cael. Something inside me shifted after meeting these Nephilim. I’ve become a different woman — sexier. Sharper. More self-assured. And men are noticing. The night drags on without much excitement, until another woman walks up to the bar and takes the stool beside Zara. My friend’s grimace catches my attention instantly.

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.”

“You’ve grown into a formidable female, Lyra. You are no longer the little pup who used to chase the pucks across the marsh ice.” “Alistair, don't talk as if I am ancient,” I murmured, a small smile breaking through my exhaustion. “You are not even thirty winters old yourself.” He reached out, his large hand gently stroking the top of my braids. “They say females of the Nightbane line are more thoughtful than the northern wolves. It seems they are correct.” I pulled his hand away from my hair, keeping my tone teasing but firm. “Why do I feel like you are taking advantage of an unranked stray, doctor?”

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

asked Chaos. "We don't really know how it exactly works. But Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and perhaps other similar races are blessed with Jobs… Natalia here also has some Job Skills despite having Vampire Bloodline. Most likely because she is also half-human," said a young human woman who was quite pretty, with shiny aquamarine eyes and long brown hair named Catherine. "Yeah, did you get Job Skills?" asked Natalia. "Yes, I ate the corpses of your former allies that were left in the spaceship, they were quite tasty- Ah, don't worry, I won't eat you," said Chaos nonchalantly.

Their deadly looks are only outdone by the deadly Neron weapons they point at the two of us. But there in the middle is a woman. Her eyes are full of wonder and fear, but she’s trying very hard to mask both right now. She’s petite, average height. She has soft, curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. Her cheekbones are sharp and her hands small and delicate. But I know the power behind her voice. “Valen Nero, Nova Ainsley,” she says, stepping forward. “I’m Arden Black.”

He purred my name and I shivered as I felt his words caress me. I stifled a groan and glared again. "I'm not sleeping beside you." I corrected. The corners of his full, sensuous lips tugged upwards and widened into a smile that was all teeth and sharp canines. "Then don't. I should warn you though. Neradia and Elysium are different. In Elysium, the elementals come out to play at night."

“Ok, I’m in.” Someone says. “I’m sorry, you are? I don’t recognize the voice and I can’t really see your face.” The woman chuckles a little. “Calli Zuri, From Echo Night, in Medicine Hat.” “Thank you Calli.” “I will send the young, and old to you, and my warriors will be split between Crescent Stone and Fire Moon.” I can hear a few more murmurs, with Calli doing a lot of the talking trying to convince the others. I look over at Scott, who has been uncharacteristically quiet.

This time they all pulled back their hoods and I was surrounded by all the lovely Lycan female elders. "We didn't get to introduce ourselves to you, Raven Volkov. I am Fiana," the white-furred Lycan told me. I lowered my head telling her it was a pleasure to meet with her. She continued to introduce the others. Emlyn had green eyes and black fur, and Alvara was black fur with yellow eyes. Astrid was gray with green eyes and the one who told me about the mate bond and letting Rune mark me was Diana, who was brownish red with yellow-orange eyes. I nodded to each getting curious about what they wanted from me.