Gangster Elf Novels & Stories

"Okay, maybe not a friend, but don’t forget, I saved you from that ditch. You could have died if it weren’t for me." Her eyes narrowed. "Ditch, eh?" "Maybe it was more of a culvert." "You worthless piece of shit, I’ve talked to Garnarld," she hissed. Terror flashed through Elfy's pale green eyes before Elfy was frantically attempting to cover his ass. "Garnarld? You can’t believe a word he says. He deliberately tricked me into coming to this town." His face tightened. "Treacherous bastard." "I’d believe that treacherous bastard if he told me the sky was green before I would believe a word that came from your filthy mouth, Elfy."

“Can that guy even be trusted? Why haven’t we had any news of my friend? I’m warning you, if anything happens to her, I’ll make you pay!” Zachary quickly tried to soothe him. “Mr. Burnham, please calm down. Don’t be so rash. Your friend will be fine. Their boss may be a gangster, but he’s a pretty honest guy. He knows when to toe the line and knows what to do to avoid trouble. He’ll make his men bring your friend back.” “You’d better be right about that!” Elias took a deep breath and tried to calm his rage. Unfortunately, his hands still trembled.

“You’re underestimating me. Do you even know who I am?” Beside me, Zoe muttered under her breath, but I caught it. “Who is he?” Levi answered, his voice low. “Elijah is in the mafia.” Zoe blinked. “Oh… him? He doesn’t really look like it.” Levi shook his head. “Don’t be delusional. They’re all dangerous. Asher is the worst, he can kill with anything within reach. Mateo, he’s not here, but he’s an expert with guns. And then there’s Elijah, a hacker who can break into anything in the world.”

Having flexed my shoulders and rotating my neck, I blew out a wary heave. "Nice demonstration, Elsionè. I think I have a vacant spot for a salesman in one of my businesses. Do let me know if you need the job. Being a gangster is not your thing now." He gave me a look, his short-heighted guards going for the grip of their guns behind their backs. "You're too arrogant for your own good, Cordiero." He scoffed, his eyes darkening with chafe. As the head of the Bratva, I conduct various illegal businesses ranging from money laundering to shipping bulks and bulks of ammunition. I kidnap and kill like smashing mosquitoes under my palm.

"You're the one they call Fitz, correct? Where's Renny, and why aren't you with her?" The gnome scooped his hat off his head and made a dramatic bow, flourishing his arm in front of him and flipping his hat a little, before standing back up and dunking it back on his head. "Fitz Sidlewick, Warrior, and the Warrior's Blade demanded I remain behind and keep an eye out for you. The dark elf has invited the Warrior's Blade back to his hovel to discuss a friend of yours, a Mr. Trace Wheeler. Seems the man is in a right pickle with the aswang, who intends to kill him."

The detective drawled, raising a wary eyebrow at me. "André Fucking Wolfe!" Sounded not just personal but also annoyingly familiar. El Narco didn't do this! This wasn't done by any other Mafia gang. This was done by someone who was clearly willing to go extra miles, someone desperately wanting to see me fall. This was done by someone who had a vendetta against me.

I rolled my eyes. Alfonso was a gangster; mafia would have suited him best but whatever. He was mostly involved in gambling and drug trafficking. He was known to be cold and ruthless. He had gained himself the name, ‘Iceman’, as he would show no emotion while torturing people who wronged him. I couldn’t believe they wanted me to lie to this man.

Asked one. "They were criminals, apparently. You know the demon that rampaged in Omni Capital a year ago? That's the yellow haired guy." Another with a scar on his cheek replied. "What? Really?" Another joined the gossip. "They're criminals? I thought the elf was a Coloured Hunter?" "He is, I don't know what he's doing with the demon." "But they helped us, didn't they?" A female one said. "Bah! People hire mercs and criminals all the time. As long the job gets done, they don't care." The scarred one said.

"So dish." "Well I'm dating a guy who helped me get away from my moms husband. They murdered my grams and they were after me. They were trying to marry me off to a gang leader for his son. They had me for two weeks or three, I don't know. I escaped and some people dropped me in town." I tried to keep some out of the story but she read between the lines like always. "Your dating a gang member, aren't you?" She smirked. "Yes. His name's bran."

Anna cried out tapping her mother fiercely. Lorenzo walked angrily to him with his gun pointed at his head. " Any last words Paolo?" Paolo began to laugh. "Fanculo la Mafia (Fuck the mafia)" he cussed out Lorenzo pulled the trigger and hot blood gushed out of the bullet hole in his head. The man fell lifeless to the ground and made a loud thump. He used a finger to wipe Paolo's blood that had splashed on his face. The smell of blood had delighted him.