Light Elves Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

It was the byproduct of Rowena’s attempts to refine Star-Eater energy—concentrated, liquid darkness. ​The air was toxic, smelling of ozone and rot. Elara raised her hand, and instead of a blade, she manifested a soft, pulsing orb of Ice-Fire. It didn't burn; it acted as a lantern, its violet-white light cutting through the gloom and purifying the air in a small radius around them. ​The horror began a few hundred yards in.

they realized they weren't alone in the dark. Suspended in a cage of violet "Logic-Lasers" was the Real Elara. She wasn't a wolf, and she wasn't a girl in a hospital gown. she was a Flickering Core of Golden Light, her human form barely visible through the intensity of the "Recall" process. Her eyes were closed, and her "Sovereign-Whistle" sat on a pedestal just out of reach, glowing with a faint, dying amber. "Elara!" Kael screamed, launching himself at the cage.

He added. “Whoa… did my eyes go wrong?” Gie whispered as he rubbed his eyes. “Tinum… is glowing!” he exclaimed. “No… you didn’t see it wrong.” Dawey spoke. “Tinum is really glowing brightly!” Mhir said as they watched Loheiruchel and Tinum resume walking. They immediately followed behind them. “Is this another power of elves?” Laggas curiously asked. “From the other worlds that I have seen, indeed, some elves really glow.” Reyan spoke.

The way she said Gregor's name so casually made Kat clench her fists. "I'm not going to lie, I would hate if you ended up with him," Edeline continued, moving over to Amicus. "This young one is rare. A healer. His cloak can store weapons without feeling heavy too. Quite fascinating. The female controls light." She lifted Thisbe's limp arm. "Not as rare as the two, but definitely strong. As for the twins and the beefy Hellborn, they're quite standard."

somethings that have an eerie feeling and with each of their touch, I feel it, and things like this are terrified of one thing. Light. So I reach out to my powers and slowly, light slips out of my body. Growing brighter and brighter at each pacing second. I hear her giggle behind me. “The thing I like about my nightlings is that they aren’t affected by any type of light.” “I never said that it was what I wanted.” I close my eyes tight, only for me to hear shrieks and I laugh. “Bright light hurts the eyes.”

"Look around you. I have Darklings everywhere! The Dark Lord himself supports me. Not even you, the Elf King can take my life!" Zedekiel rolled his shoulders, letting out satisfying cracks. "We'll see about that." But before the Elf brothers could advance, Fredrick raised his hand, and a swarm of Darklings emerged from the shadows like wisps of dark smoke. They swirled around Zedekiel, Prince Ludiciel, Alaric, and Prince Ron, their green eyes glowing sinisterly. "Brother, I'll handle these creatures." Prince Ludiciel said. "Go and get that bastard."

Two nights of strange happenings linked only by their timing—and the impossible sigils that appeared in each place. Zara knew them. She’d seen Elira draw them in ash a week ago. “I mapped the roots of the world,” Elira had said, not entirely awake. “But some of them keep growing back.” Now, the child muttered in her sleep. Words that didn’t belong to any living tongue. Words even the oldest witches could not translate. But Zara recognized one name threaded through them, again and again. “First Light.” She reached out, brushing a silver curl from Elira’s cheek. The girl didn’t stir.

It felt so fishy. “I feel so iffy-” He had no time to dwell in his thoughts as all of the enemies uniformly stepped off their pedestals. All of them raised their weapons and aimed at him. The lion tribe and bear tribe had massive bodies and deep muscles. The elves specialized in long-range battles. Some of the soldiers were wrecked with the smell of relics. Samuel’s forehead creased up as he smelled unpleasant things emitted by the soldiers and a few lion tribes and bear tribes. Luckily, the elves were a prideful tribe. They probably declined for the relic usage.

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”