Harry Potter High Elf Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

I shake my head- I am not going to let her foolish words bother me Soon we got home and … Harry, that sentimental fool, rushes toward Alora like a moth to flame. The guards try to stop him - they know better than to let anyone near those silver chains - it is highly refined silver that even I cannot afford to touch my skin. But Harry pushes through the guard with a strength I didn't think he still possessed even after his wolf has been lost "My little girl," he almost cries- eww, pathetic.

“Don’t worry, I just sent him back home.” I grab my bow once again, startled by an unexpected voice talking behind me. Before I could identify the culprit, a curative spell covers my body and recovers my strength. “Mother Lelyah!” “Nope. It pains me to be compared with that boring grandma. I’m a hundred times more beautiful.” “Who are you?” An elf I have never seen stood before me, dressed in a blue robe covering most of her body except for the legs and holding a staff bigger than her. She was beautiful of course, with short grey hair, big round bronze eyes and a tall athletic body.

The moment I did I planned on walking straight to him and telling him it all. Haron, the elf king, sensing my eyes locked his eyes with mine and raised his black brow as I headed toward him. As I got closer to their table, Elara, seeing me, turned to her husband and muttered nonsense about me being a crazed rabid shewolf. “Don't you dare lie, you heartless, selfish bitch,” I snarled bitterly then added, “Please do tell Haron about trading Lark for your lover Navar.” I then stopped in my tracks, crossed my arms, and waited for her to mutter anything.

i whimpered, my eyes burning with tears that refused to fall. His face darkened at the edges, reminding me that he was an elf. “You may not remember me, Elly, you may not remember our past life together but I do. I have gone through hell to find you and i will not let you go, not when you want to play matryr.” he declares firmly, pressing the handle of the sheated dagger to my palm.

I didn't explain, merely obediently lowering my head, my voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "I'm sorry... I'll clean up these dirty things right away." Outside the window, in the garden, a maid watering the flowers deliberately raised her voice, her words clearly audible inside: "Hey, did you hear? That elf monster secretly asked me how to please human nobles, what kind of gift to give to a man like Mr. Anders! Oh my! Could she be delusional, thinking of seducing Mr. Anders?" "Ha! With her? A lowly elf prisoner, daring to dream of Mr. Anders? Dream on! If it weren't for the elves' mischief, Mr. Anders' parents wouldn't have gone missing. That Jovia should spend her entire life atoning for h

As they parted to allow the newcomers into the circle, I could see the distinct features of pointed ears and fair, otherworldly beauty that marked them as elves. My hands are white-knuckled, holding tightly to the arms of the chair as if they were the only thing keeping me grounded. My knuckles are pale and my fingers are shaking slightly. The elf's hands gracefully reached up to the hood, pulling it back to reveal the sight of a stunning female with long, golden hair that seemed to glow with its ethereal aura. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of purple like amethysts catching the light and reflecting it in an otherworldly sheen. The other elf was a towering figure, standing at least seven

“Looks like it.” Harlow spins, eyes lighting up. “Did you see, Daddy Rook?” she grabs my hand and drags me closer, pointing at the snowman pancakes, the Santa face, the Christmas tree made of kiwi. “The elf made breakfast! And it’s so pretty!” I crouch beside her, pretending to examine everything carefully. “Hmm, you think we should eat it? Or should we leave it for the elf in case he comes back?” She gasps, horrified. “No! He made it for us! We have to eat it!” She scrambles into her seat, already reaching for the snowman pancakes.

So why was this one so far from home? The elf turned, and Rhychard was right; the elf was younger; at least, younger than the elves Rhychard had seen. "Oh, my. It's you! It's really, really you." The elf's voice was higher than Kendalais's had been, and his hair and slanted eyebrows held a child's luster to them. The minute he turned and saw Rhychard, his face took on an excited glow, making Rhychard even more nervous. "This is an honor, indeed. Imagine me, a lowly apprentice, standing here in the flesh with the only human Warrior in history, Rhychard Bartlett. Oh my, oh my." The elf rubbed his palms together, and Rhychard suddenly felt like a turkey dinner in a room full of hungry relatives

'Dedicated to October Summers, from King Alistair. Harlow poked her head inside, and was amazed at what she saw. Harlow walked around the castle some more, until she found a place she could meditate. She drew on the nature around her, a smile appeared on her face when she sensed fairies reaching out to her, and lending her some of their powers. There was a cry of distress, breaking Harlow's concentration. "October," she shot her feet, teleporting back into the castle, to where a girl was standing over October.