Japanese Elves Novels & Stories

A very powerful relic that enabled one locate mystically hidden places. He had found his uncle’s lair, but he could not enter because it was protected with an iron clad barrier by a necromancing fey, a very ancient and powerful spell. They elves were an ancient specie that were believed to be the very first of creation to walk the earth and its numerous planes, they were peace loving, very kind hearted, accommodating species that were born with supernatural abilities like magic from birth. The fey were a subcategory of elves, an ever-evolving specie.

I’m so busy watching Kenzo fight, that I don’t see the elf come up behind me until he puts the knife to my throat. “DRAGON!” he yells, and when Kenzo turns to look at me, I can see the terror in his eyes. “Don’t you dare stop fighting, Kenzo!” I say in dragon speak. “Submit to me, dragon, or I will kill her,” the elf says. I’m still under the net, unable to shift. But the elf has pulled me to my feet, using my body to block his as he holds the sharp end of the dagger against my throat.

Elwin led me to a treehouse situated closest to a mountain spring, which also happened to be the largest one in the tribe. He stood hesitantly in the doorway. "Our tribe is really poor. I'll give you my share of dinner tonight. Would you perhaps be willing to try it?" Half-elves ate meat just like humans did. They were beautiful but had little strength, so nine out of ten times, their quarry would either escape, or being released out of kindness. It was bad enough that they couldn't properly fill their stomachs, but occasionally, they would even be tricked out of their prey by other tribes.

Venus slowly repeated, trying to grasp her mind around what she was seeing and hearing. The kingdom of Everglade was north to the kingdom of Salazar. It was also the home of the Elf race. While they worshipped nearly the same gods as here, the elves were also known to worship their own made gods. They were also known for their perfect if not near craftsman ship, pale blonde hair, and swift movements during fighting and dancing.

I asked putting my hands on my hips. Cynthia, of course, was the first to speak. "You said there's a way to save the zombies-" "First off they are not zombies. Not in the traditional sense. They do not feed on you, they feed on your soul. Soul Eaters," I explained in a rather snarky tone. Did I mention I was really tired? "Whatever," she brushed it off. "How? And how do you know this?" "It's hard to explain how I know this and most of it is unbelievable anyway," I started running my hand through my hair.

“You do appear to be in a difficult circumstance.” Randey found it odd that the Elf would have a sense of humor at a time like this. Of course he found much about him odd, since he had never before encountered an Elf. The Jivanaar’s pale, almost golden skin and golden eyes were alien enough, and combined with the exotic points of his ears and flowing pale hair he was both beautiful and imposing. An unmistakable aura of confidence radiated from him, as well as from his companion. “We are most grateful,” Randey said, wincing at the recurring pain in his side.

Her eyes widened. Joining her hands together, Rumi bowed her head and once she lifted her head up. She was sporting a bigger evil grin. "Farewell Grace." And one by one, Grace's body began to fall. Rumi has cut her into a million pieces. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ "There are Elves too?" Storm asked in bewilderment. This was the first time he was seeing a dwarf and now hearing that Elves too are real.

Nimuel said. She came closer to her and sat down on the bed beside her. Aelanor was still on the floor, crying silently. Nimuel brushed her hair with her fingers ever so softly and pulled her up on the bed, beside the Queen. "You've aged," Queen Gaelemar chuckled. "I prefer to think that I have matured, in terms of age as well as mental faculties. Tell me mother, don't the elves have the same mental growth as humans?" she asked. "Of course, we do, my child. In fact, we are wiser than any other race, and we are the same ever since our birth."

While the young chief was proceeding forward along with his followers, a young ellon with five companions was awaiting for them like some hungry wolves for its delicious prey to the left side of the valley. They were wearing the very same black armor like the dokkalfars, their hairs and eyes were pitch dark, but their facial appearance and skin color were the same as other elves and were as handsome and beautiful as normal elves.

He began to sit up slowly so he could turn and face Alysin. “I am an Elfre. We must return the gifts given to us with gifts of our own. It is our purpose.” Samnom focused harder and studied the girl’s face. Her ears were pointed like an Elf’s. Elfre were part of the Elf family but they had a distinct purpose. That was to give in return for being given a gift. They were loners and few people knew much about them. After giving their gifts their spirit was freed from the world and they moved on into another dimension.