Light Elves Novels & Stories

Meghan laughed and sent her a gleaming look of amusement from below her artfully darkened copper lashes. “Oh, darling, you’re being so boring… I know everything... I know this is all a masquerade orchestrated by Chris. How much is he paying you, little girl? If you’re good and walk out of here without making too much noise, I’ll double it! I’ll even help you get on the next plane to London.” “Like I just said, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lara replied, this time in a more determined tone, looking the red-head straight in her green eyes.

So that left only the Kingdom of Darkness. “Interesting thought,” Atlas smiled, like a predator who knew his prey was cornered. “We’ll take care of the Kingdom of Autumn,” I said pleasantly to Atlas. “We have good ties there anyway, so we’ll make sure Earthlian never does anything so reckless again.” “We should bring more humans in,” Atlas smiled at Nicolais. “It makes everything so much more interesting.” Nicolais responded with a low, deep growl, as if warning Atlas. I was shocked at how animalistic the sound was. I rose to my feet, slamming my hands together in front of me. “Does that mean this meeting is over?”

I shook my head. "I'm a damn reaper queen not some stupid elf queen," I stayed quite loudly and felt the disproval from several of the dark elves around me. I raised my hands and said,"no offense." Many shook their heads and went about their business celebrating. I glanced at Salenis and he looked the other way. I went and sat beside my brother to talk to him. "So who is the light elf prince?" Liam sighed and grabbed a passing flute of fairy wine before indulging me. "The light elf king is Ferian Nuovis, he has a son, Luric and you've met Alya the princess. They are all highly skilled and hold a lot of magic." He said softly and I nodded recalling Alya.

At the center of each light is an all too familiar blue crystal, like the ones used to shadow walk by the moon drakes. Since soulfire is no longer an option for our cities to light and warm their houses, “crystalic flame” has replaced it. With Eleanora pushing this tech on the humans with so much enthusiasm, I watched the warm glow of the gaslight replaced with the eerie blue glow that reminded me of my time underground in the Moon Kingdom. I don’t trust it. No matter how much Eleanora calls this new energy “a gift of friendship between our two kingdoms,” I know that the Elf King never does anything without a purpose that benefits him in the long run.

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

This change of events did not go unnoticed by the time everyone realised 6 Elves were dead and Eloise was already exchanging blows with her seventh. The fighting stopped, and both sides regrouped. Elosie did not care about any of this as her sharp teeth bit through an Elf lady's throat. She launched herself in the crowd of regrouped Elves and was quickly surrounded. The elves could barely see the fast moving Eloise, much less catch her, another two elves died. A dozen meter wide bolt of lightning causes the encirclement to break. The lighting bolt turned into Twinkle, who quickly swallowed up the slowest of the escaping elves.

As they neared the southern border, they caught sight of the scouting party—three of Fen’s most trusted lieutenants, each exuding a menacing aura. The werewolves positioned themselves strategically, ready to ambush the enemy. Elara stood beside Kai, her hand resting on the hilt of a slender sword that seemed to glow with the same ethereal light as the Celestial Flames. The battle began with a sudden, explosive clash. The werewolves launched themselves at the enemy, their movements a blur of speed and strength. Elara moved with a grace that was almost otherworldly, her sword slicing through the air with precision.

(Alfred) “...Because they were shunned by their fellow elves?..for not using the Nature Magic to heal people?..”. “That…and also because they always stays neutral to any conflict among the Elves…but them living in the edge also proof to be hard for them…because them living almost barely in the protections of the Elves Nation…also made them an easy picking for slavery…Such is their fates…Shunned by their own and being victims by the others….But Sire, these little tribe, is quite good…their magic were top notch, added with their herbalism knowledge….and also, Child of Light Tribe…also produce an extremely fearsome existence, their own special Tribe Warrior…The Javelin Master thrower…I fought t

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."