Female Night Elf Novels & Stories

An arrow came flying out of nowhere, nearly missing me, and I jumped on the hunter that shot it but the moment my fangs sunk into the hunter's shoulder, a jolt of electricity coursed through my entire body, going straight to my core. "Mate!" Zarek voiced out, immediately retracting his fangs and taking a step back while I stared at my so-called mate, who was covered from head to toe, with only her eyes peaking out. I couldn't smell her scent, but judging by the shape and color of her eyes and the rage and anger swimming in them, I could tell it was a woman, who was none other than Adelaide Foster, my failed mission, the girl I had planned on killing tonight.

And neither would I. If the moon is kind, a strong female might cross my path tonight. A quick scan of the tavern shows plenty of females dancing around the central fire, but they are all low-ranking rogues wearing nothing but thin deer-skins. This is classic pack party behavior. My phone vibrates hard inside my leather vest. I pull it out and look at the glowing screen. –Unknown Number: I love you, my little Alpha prince.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, dirt, and despair,and rotten boots. “This is where you belong now,” Sienna said, not having left my side since Damon’s command. I finally learned her name Sienna. Clearly, she reveled in her power as the Beta female of Nightfang. She held my arm, drawing me forward without Mercy. “Listen well, stray. You’re nothing here. To eat, you’ll have to work for it. To live, you’ll obey. Step out of line, and I’ll ensure you suffer.” Suppressing my anger, I acknowledged, “Understood.”

She needs to let the troupe know that she isn’t broken because of what Nylion did to her. When I feel confident that we can at least land safely, I begin rumbling to wake her. “Hmm? What?” she asks. “OH!” she says, startled. I turn my head and look at her as she sits up, grinning as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes. I may only be ten years old, but I was born a dragon. I became an adult at age five when I shifted for the first time. Naevys is an elf, and elves mature at the same rate humans do. So, while she’s eight years older than I am, she still has sweet, childlike gestures that I find endearing. Rubbing her eyes when she first wakes up is one of them. Her hair is wind blown from our f

And it wasn’t alone. Shapes emerged from the darkness—three, no… four figures, cloaked in black, their steps too silent to be friendly. They didn’t speak, didn’t growl. Just stared. I backed up instinctively, muscles tensing. “Nightfall territory is sealed,” I warned. “You shouldn’t be here.” One stepped forward. A female. Slender, with gleaming obsidian eyes that didn’t reflect light. She didn’t lower her hood. “We’re not here for Nightfall,” she said softly. “We’re here for you.”

Just at the entrance was a she-wolf, she watches aria walk in, her eyes sizing her up from head to toe. “Your name?” She barked. “Lyra..Lyra Vane” she replied. “Origin” “The rogue lands, south of Vikings Gorge” The she-wolf looked her over, nose wrinkling. “And why have you come here?” She asked. “I want to join the Nightfangs, to serve the alpha.” “We’d see about that, serving the alpha is no small feat.” She replied. “You’d have to prove you’re worthy of such position, you’d undertake trials and if you fail you’ll be thrown out, or worse — you face a fate worse than failure.”

I heard Aleena agree readily at my request. From Night’s eyes, I saw Celia’s eyes turn silver. Lavender fur and silver eyes. A fucking beautiful combination. Our mate’s human form was beautiful, and her wolf form was just as beautiful. “We are lucky, Kyson,” Night said with proud arrogance. Indeed, we are lucky. “Hey there, handsome,” Celia purred again. “Hey there, beautiful,” Night replied in a deep and husky voice filled with sexual suggestions. I groaned and heard Aleena’s shy voice through our mindlink, “They are flirting with each other.”

They were all dark-skinned, got long pointy ears, had azure eyes and were long-haired. The elf who stood before Amethyst said, "I am Dareille Glassyne." He, then, gestured at the others, "...they're my brothers in arms. Roelle, Ebyian, Dreazar and Cyan." "I'm Amethyst Elan, a Healer Elf and Luveas is my life companion." Amethyst introduced herself. "We've never heard of an elf and a vampire pairing before..." Dareille said after the introduction. "Neither do I," responded Amethyst. "Let today be the day of when you heard of the first odd pairing."

Elara'S POV The other woman rolled her eyes. “Will you two get a room?” She was short with a slender build and dusky skin. She wore her waist-length, straight black hair in a single braid. Ignoring them, she turned a smile on me. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Nalanie. Talented, fox-shifter extraordinaire.” “Uh, okay. Nice to meet you too.” I shook her hand. Ash leaned in to loudly whisper, “She means she’s a thief. A damn good one, too.”

I wonder if all rogues act like they're a little wrong in the head. Our attention snapped back on the front when someone harrumphed. Almost all the girls groaned, and almost all the boys lean in attention. "Greetings! I'm Felicia Filicitus Faulkner, I'm 14 years old, a beautiful gray wolf and I'm from the Southwoods!" She started tinkering with her long hair. "I'd love to be friends with all of you, you should feel honored, I mean this is an invitation from someone who is the strongest candidate to become Luna!"