Light Elves Novels & Stories

she said, and I nodded. "But we must be thankful, because they were helpful in many ways," I said, and she nodded. "What will happen with the dark elves?" she asked while we walked towards the guest wing. "Well it depends. The dark elves respond to their creators... and when their creators die, they will vanish into ashes..." I said, and she nodded. "And what about the ones that were not created but born?" Stormee was worried about the children. "They will feel something ripping off them, and then they will be able to feel the light," I said and she smiled.

He held a sword that glowed with a righteous, nauseating white light. Lysander. The Hero. Beside him, floating on a smaller cloud, was Elara. She wore the white robes of a High Priestess, holding a staff tipped with a diamond. "Behold!" Lysander shouted, his voice magically amplified to boom across the room. "The Light has come to purge the Darkness!" "You're late," Vespera deadpanned. "And you broke my roof." Lysander landed on the floor, posing heroically. Elara landed beside him, wrinkling her nose at the smell of sulfur.

Suddenly, all symptoms of the infections of the light elves were gone - And we stood alone in a circle of graves.

As he thought of yelling for them to keep quiet, his aid barged into the tent, “Your highness, they’ve arrived with the prince.” Prince Lumiere smirked and got up. Pulling on a robe, he looked at the women on the bed. “Wait for me.” He walked out of the tent covered in only a robe that hung over his shoulders. Making his way to the border, the dark elves parted a way for him. Prince Licht was staring in awe as he waited. The dark elves were fascinating indeed. Black hair, black nails, black clothing. It was only those traits that made them different. Their eyes were a variety of colours.

They usually have blonde hair, green or blue eyes, and pale skin. The second race of elves is the dark elves. These elves are rarer; they live in cave-like cities, in Elvengard. They are able to see in the dark, they can control shadows and move through shadows, and they also have exceptional physical strength and agility. They usually have white hair, brown, black, or green eyes, and dark skin.

I asked. “No, I know about their kind but my family and people have never dealt with them. They are what is considered hybrid elves.” Leah answers. “What do you mean by hybrid?” Emerald asked. “There are two types of elves. Light elves and dark elves, just like there is light and dark fae. These specific elves are a mix between the two. The rest of us aren’t sure when they bred together but they did and they went off on their own. Neither light nor dark elves have anything to do with them and honestly, we thought that they stopped existing years ago.” Leah explains.

His pristine white robes, so practical and dignified in the clean, dry halls of the Sylvanae Archive, now felt like beacons announcing his foreignness in this twilight realm of dark wood and blue-glowing lanterns. "Stay close," Eliad murmured, his hand never straying far from the knife at his belt. "Dark elves love nothing more than separating tourists from their purses." Aldergon nodded, not wanting to call out Eliad’s rascism, but he knew the dark elves of this city did have a strong criminal underground. The humidity clung to his skin, making his robes heavy. Unfamiliar scents: some sweet, others pungent, and especially the marsh water, assaulted his senses from all directions.

Every day, she would tell Elwin that the female elves all harbored evil intentions. Once Elwin became tired of hearing about it, he decided to simply give her a wide berth. His attitude directly affected the other half-elves. Slowly, even the ones who delivered daily necessities to her stopped coming by. She frequently went without food to eat or clothes to wear, and she felt suffocated by the reality of her living situation. Then, she heard that a certain wolf tribe's Highlord had conceived a silver wolf pup with a human partner. The entire tribe was in the middle of sending out invitations and preparing a banquet to celebrate the young wolf.

In addition, everyone was supposed to walk in a tight formation so that Tess would not have to strain her mind too much, after all, the extensibility of her shield had some limits. Fairies were supposed to interfere with the demons' fight by casting various spells. Elves were archers, fighting angels had to fight with swords and hand-to-hand. The dwarves also belonged to the infantry, quite heavily armed with axes and clubs, and decided themselves to go to the first fire - probably no one like them was eager to fight. Other wizards, mages and sorceresses also had their tasks separated according to their additional abilities. Of course, everyone was supposed to fight hand-to-hand, some also r

I poised another strike. Blue lightning streaked down from the sky. It walloped me, striking me down to the ground and flattening me to the surface. The breath was knocked out of me. I felt like a bug that had been smacked with a fly swatter. Lights flashed in my eyes. As they cleared, the stars in the night sky sparkled above among the light pollution. The blue eyes of the elf leader looked down at me. "When leaders say submit, you get to stop."