Holly Ben Elf Novels & Stories

He fed me. "Well, well, well." The voice was cool, amused, and dripped with utter hate. Eltonia’s eyes snapped open. Holly was standing in the shadows of an alcove, her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a riding habit of deep green chiffon, looking every inch the noble lady. And she was smiling. But it wasn't a nice smile. "I wondered why he was refusing the Specialist," Holly drawled, walking forward. "I thought maybe he was just being stubborn. But it's much simpler than that, isn't it?"

“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.

I literally have no means of contacting them so I can tell her to pick up her daughter tomorrow. I sighed, looking at Ellie. She was currently laying on the cold floor, gazing through her phone and giggling loudly. It’s Ben so long I saw her. She looked absolutely different. I couldn’t understand how Hazel saw myself in her. We were nothing alike. Ellie was totally different from me. She’s the social butterfly. The girl the popular kids at school would fall for. The teacher’s facility even though at times she can be a little too much.

Sensing no other options, the girls looked at each other again and nodded Hughley once more. Hughley’s eyes glowed as the tape around their faces disappeared for a second time. “Who are you?” Elizabeth asked. “What are you?” Bonnie added. “Are you going to eat us?” June asked as the other two stared at her, baffled at her question. “To answer each of your questions. My name is Hughley. I am a warlock and I don’t eat teenagers. At least not anymore.” The girls stand at Hughley, unsure of how to respond to his last remark.