Half-elf Bg3 Novels & Stories

Shock—pure, unadulterated, and absolute—was plastered on every face. It was Lorian, the keeper of the scrolls, who finally broke the spell, his voice trembling. "Then the prophecy... You are half-human? Half-elf?" "I am," I confirmed. A low murmur rippled through the gathered elders, a sound of awe and disbelief. A new confidence, one I’d kept buried for a lifetime, surged forward.

A voice calls as I get off my bike. Checking my body for damage, I catch a glimpse of something slinking up from the side of one of the empty warehouses. It’s a female with heavy breasts. She’s covered in thick auburn fur, and she’s followed by werewolf pack members of all shapes and sizes. Her scent is a heavy cinnamon musk---alpha.

Whether she agrees or not. The girl's birth mother ran from her own realm to be with a forbidden lover, and she died for the sin, unable to survive when cut off from her own kind and the way they psychically nurture one another. She sensed her end, leaving her child in the care of those she trusted to protect her from her own kind. This half Elf, half Warlock child, who survived without either parent and was raised by mortals. I owe it to Eleanor to make sure this child will still be safe. The Elves will never let her live if they know she exists. She’s an abomination in their eyes.

"He's not like the other princes, his appearance far out-shined them along with his abilities, physical and mental. He was known as an evil genius before." "Why evil?" "Well, you see, ... his highness is not," he paused and gave a Alexis a careful stare, "you mustn't treat his highness any different after you hear this." "Okay?" She tilted her head, in wonder. "His highness is only a half-blooded human..." "...so what's the other half?" "Elf..." "Oh, that's why he's so..." Alexis eyes brightened at the one thing that seemed to make any sense in this world.

"This egoistic old woman will no longer use me for her plans. No one will ever tries and use me, I swear to never have anything to do with this kind of powerful people that think they could do whatever they wish. So, I am sorry Elias but I am leaving Elheim for good. You are the only one that is dear to me here, so take care of yourself..." She smiled with a sad expression and left without turning back because Elias's hurtful face would hurt her too much. Hence, in that instant she decided to never turn back and live her own life. Elias being an elf, couldn't put a foot out of their territory because the kingdom was protected by a magical barrier, but that restriction didn't apply for Eleano

But she already met Alderon, the human wizard. “Ellaine?” Finrod stared at her, “You’re an.. elf?” The first thing she did was feel her ears. Yes, it was pointy just as any elf. But if she’s an elf and she can cast spells.. “You’re confused, Inwë?” Her opponent stood up with great effort. “That is because that Hristoax is both of elf and witch birthright. The one who possesses it shall be the first one to retain familial blood at the same time acquiring witch birthright.” She wiped the blood at the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.”That one should be mine!”

Frode said. Malaika gasped. “That’s horrible.” “War is brewing among our caste. The half-blooded elves like us are discriminated because we couldn’t wield strong magic that could be useful to serve in the military of Axum.” Frode further explained. Malaika only nodded. This must be the reason this couple appeared human. Their ears were not pointed like an elf. She realized their situation was almost the same in Hala. Everyone seemed to be divided because of the caste system.

Willow said as he lead the way and we followed ~Eric's POV~ "Now we move" Greeta replied as she walked straight to the old lady's room. Went to her wardrobe and did the same thing she did at the other house and the wardrobe opened a pathway. They followed the pathway. They got to a point where they met three pathways. Greeta chanted the direction spell and two pathways closed and they were left with one. They walked till their long journey came to an end. They came into a village filled with people. "Where are they? " Eric asked

She stood and did what Scar ordered her to do. Nixx never left Ayla alone while she cleaned the plates. Ayla was curious about Nixx. “So... you are an elf?” Nixx pulled his long hair back, revealing a pointy ear. It was not as pointy as Ayla thought it would be, but how would she know how elves’ ears were supposed to look? “Half-elf. And not my best half if you ask me,” Nixx told Ayla. Ayla frowned. “You don’t like being an elf? Well, half-elf.”

Probably because they have elven ancestry. It strikes me so hard and unexpected, I barely have time to speculate and I stare at Veesa. Those ears. Those ears, too pointed to be normal, her grace and sharp movements, she's mastered the iden… Probably because she had elven ancestry. 'You're half blood, aren't you?' She doesn't react or say anything, she just keeps staring at them for a while. 'Astute', she mutters, 'Just like your mother'. With a flick of her coat, she heads back towards her hut and I follow, realization dawning on me now. 'Go back to the training, Saelyna. There is still a lot to achieve'. 'They are half-bloods too, aren't they? Helen and Michelle? That's why they are the onl