Harry Potter High Elf Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As a child, she could never understand why she was rejected, and since kids always shouted at her that she was weird, she believed that it was her fault all along. Elves have a different physical characteristics compared to human, they have pointing ears, their eyes colors were green or purple and their hairs are silky blond or brown. In that aspect Eleanor could see the slight difference with them like her hair that are clear blonde close to a diamond color and her blue eyes like the sky. And the most important fact, her ears that aren't pointing, because of that she would always hid them. The young Eleanor wanted to have friend, family and she wanted to be accepted by those with whom she

He said with his eyes lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree. Harry is really into this girl, Ellie’s best friend. “And when I’m there I might ask Eli….I mean Arabella some questions concerning the two of you.” He smirked when I glared at him. “Don’t you dare do that Harry?” “Oh, I definitely will. See you some other time boss, I have a girlfriend to woo.” He was out of the office before I could tell him where to find his ‘girlfriend’. I didn’t bother calling him back because I knew he would figure it out himself, since he’s very interested in this girl I’m sure he must have gotten some secret guards following her around or so.

"I can make you think that you brought him here, that you are the reason for this carnage. Look what you did, you killed your friends and colleagues. What do you think the rest of them will do when you tell them what you did?" "No, it wasn't me." The elf tries to fight back, blood starts to drip from his nose. "I won't let you control my thoughts." "I wouldn't fight it if I were you, the results could be deadly." Cloven's ears twitch, trying to listen to the elf's heartbeat and other unconscious clues to help him understand what he is going to do next. The elf keeps fighting the magical spell placed on him, more blood runs out of his nose as he keeps fighting the spell. Sweat starts to cove

He murmured, almost to himself, “When crafting a wand, you usually obtain the wood for the shaft first, don’t you?” “Yes,” I replied absentmindedly. He nodded. His long fingers traced across the map; wherever they moved, a red halo gathered around his fingertips. At last, his finger stopped over the elven realm—Alfheim—and he tapped it lightly. The pages flipped rapidly. Soon the red glow faded, replaced by a radiant emerald light. The magic book now displayed an enormous tree growing from a spring. Winged elves fluttered gracefully above the water, their crystalline bodies shining so brightly that, at a glance, they resembled drifting fireflies. The tree itself was the largest I had ever se

"She went up the stairs at the end of the hall and through the door. She was mumbling something about the west passage." "After her!" one of the guards yelled and the rest fell over each other trying to take the lead. When they were gone, Aurora peeked her head out. The she-elf's head was lifted and looking at her with stunning purple eyes. Her white-blonde hair was still matted about her head, but she was obviously beautiful. The elf's hand, which had been raised slightly to create the breeze, dropped back to the ground. "Thank you," she said to the elf. She smiled weakly and lowered her head to the ground. "And thank you!" She called to the centaur.

It would be bad to displease them. These were my thoughts as I stood outside the school he attended, like a love-stricken puppy. I wore a peach summer dress, contrary to what vampires would usually wear but who cared? I’ve always been a sucker for bright colors. And we were in the Elven Kingdom, not the Kingdom of darkness and Zoraidas… “Hey,” I looked back at who called me, only to see a good-looking Elf smiling and flashing me his set of whites. His hair was like Gerald’s in the Witchers, long to the bridge of his shoulders, a black and gold shade mixed together.

Apparently, his screams made quite a commotion, as suddenly, a young man with long blonde hair and the same long pointy ears burst in from the front door of his room. Heinrich turned to the man with hateful eyes. “Nelaric! Why are your three sisters here?!” The long blonde-haired man, the young High Elf, smirked. “Didn’t you remember what happened last night?” “Of course I did. You made me very drunk that I passed out. Nothing else happened!” Heinrich angrily exclaimed. The moment the black-haired Archmage said that the four High Elves in the room looked immediately dejected. Their long and pointy ears started to go downwards like sad dogs.

He was an Elf standing more than a head taller than the tallest Elf in the room, appearing older still even though his age appeared in the timeless gracefulness he showed rather than wrinkles, with stark white hair flowing down his back in a long straight river and completely white eyes holding a staff with carvings in the Elven tongue. Pelto and Rasmus stood confused, watching him, unable to determine if he was blind or it was a trick. "Why do you stand before the High Seer?" One of their captors asked pulling them to their knees. Both werewolves crashed ungracefully to the cobble stoned floors of the temple eyes still on the powerful Elf before them. The High Seer laughed walking past them

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

I am here to make him see I am interested in him or some sort. Cent was about to wave at Merlin, who was looking at her with a face full of wonder when a silhouette stopped her. Pointy twitching ears, green murky hair that was braided to his side, and a green robe with golden embroidery of the Ygdrasil’s branches and leaves—every ambivalent student followed his movement as he walked towards her and Matilda. Every female in the Ambivalent dormitory sighed in awe from the elf walking towards her. But as the distance grew closer, Maleficent could finally see the familiarity in his face.