Lego Elves Characters Novels & Stories

"He's not a Gnome, you don't have to be that hysterical." Phillip sharpened his eyesight, different from the annoying dwarf Gnome, this one creature has a normal body. It's just that, his body size is much smaller than most humans, his face looks young and joyful. Lillian slowly smiled. "Right, Phill, they're different from the Gnome." "Then, what creatures are they?" asked Phillip, trying to distract from the embarrassment. "They are Elves," Wiggy replied excitedly. The Elves waved their hands at the siblings. Lillian waved back enthusiastically, while Phillip was careless.

“Well, why don’t we team up and take on the boss together? I am sure between the four of us, we can handle it.” The smiles that lit up their faces when I offered was enough for me to know I did the right thing. Their characters were elves, which would come in handy in a boss fight. If their levels were high enough, they could carry out long-range attacks. Seeing they carried magical relics; I was sure they had already activated their magic. Elves were known for their healing abilities and magical abilities. Some were able to fight with close-range attacks, but most stuck with long-range, either by magic or bows and arrows.

“Why… can’t I cry…?” The only feeling inside me is disgust, at the bottom of my stomach a sensation of uneasiness builds up. Something that has been bothering me deep inside finally becomes true. Elves are not just cold. Love, compassion, friendship, empathy, anger, envy, all these humans feelings are not only too primitive for an elf to understand, we literally cannot feel them. My own body proves it, as it rejects even shedding a single tear for my dear sister Lada. In this world and to us elves, only knowledge and power matter. For me to survive here, there no other way than to become stronger and let go of my human heart. To either forget about these feelings or continue being an outcast

All of them are elves armed and ready for combat as they regarded us. My eyes roamed around the elves surrounding us. They were all beautiful - both men and women. They all have the same tip pointed ears paired with either red, white, light and dark brown, and black hair colors that are either grown short or long for both genders. The women in the group all wore skin tight black leggings paired with either a leather brown or black fitted long sleeved top while the men all wore riding pants and boots with army green or brown shirts.

Lea asked suddenly. "You want to know about them?" “Yes. Rebecca mentioned that I might have half-elf blood. What kind of creature is an Elf, exactly, Drex?” “I’m not entirely sure, Lea. I’m only fifty years old. Elves existed during the time of the Lycans' ancestors. From what I’ve heard, they are beautiful creatures who can master the elements—water, fire, air, light, and earth. They can also hear forest spirits and speak to animals," Drex explained.

Above all else, Antonio was willing to die in battle with Adam. Kolafo was a silent type one but you can trust him to do every task you assigned to him. He was strong and quick. He aims perfection. While the four friends had their lunch, the elder elves approached them. “after you eat, come and visit me immediately”, ordered the elder elf. The elder elf was the leader of all the elves. He knows everything. He was a man of wisdom and great compassion. Also, he became a father to Adam. Most of Adam’s free time, he spent it with the elder elf.

It doesn't have to be three minutes (it sounded like a good number). "Hurry up," yelled Jofrorli. "We don't got all day." "This is a waste of time," said a man with large hooped earrings hanging from his long pointed ears. He was an elf, but he didn't look anything like the elves I had seen in movies. His features were sharp like one, but his body was quite lanky. His fingers were long like a pianist, and his hair was tied up in a ponytail rising upwards then pointing down. He wore loose clothing that fitted his body nicely, with it not being too loose or tight. "The kid already knows the stupid technique."

Melinda asked. Beatrice frowned as she read the lines. "Years ago when the old temple keepers killed the last kids of Ideas to perform sorcery stronger than that of the ancestors..it was passed down to a particular generation? They were called the Children of Elfs." Beatrice read aloud and shrugged. "What do you think about it? The children of Elves. Not bad." Melinda mumbled with a giggle. "Can you read something else? Like similar to that of unsheathing a sword?" Beatrice asked with a sigh.

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.

If one died the other did as well. "Hard core," she mumbled. Skimming through the next couple of pages she passed by Necromancers, Leviathan and Vampires, stopping at the Elves. The bastards had their own realm. She'd known other dimensions were possible, but to have seen living proof of it was a jolt to the system. Elves were preternaturally strong and intelligent with incredible speed, easily outrunning a vampire or demon. They had keen senses, able to see clearly in the dark and could hear a heartbeat from miles away. Many were fiercely loyal to the old ways, punishing those that defied their laws.