Long Live The Elf Queen Novels & Stories

​He raised a pale, rotting finger and pointed up at the ridge. ​My heart stalled. I stopped dead in my tracks. A skeletal wolf clamped its jaws onto my thigh, but I didn't even feel it. I just looked up. ​High above the valley, Elara was standing at the edge of the cliff. She had dropped her sword and tossed her leather chest plate into the snow. She was starting the First Queen’s dance. Thick lines of purple fire trailed from her fingertips, painting massive, glowing symbols in the empty air. ​But it was wrong.

“You think this is your life? That you can start over? Foolish girl. You’re me. Elara, the Queen. The one who burns cities for fun.” I shook my head violently. “No… I’m not you.” She crouched beside me, her face inches from mine. Her eyes gleamed red in the darkness. “The life you’re living… I’ve already lived it. And you’re nothing but a weak version of me. You can’t escape the blood that runs through your veins.” Before I could answer, the world tilted. Her laughter echoed in my ears. “My Queen!” a voice called from far away. My eyes flew open.

Removing access logs. Erasing every sign she had ever been there. Until Nothing remained. No entry. No signature. No proof. She stepped back. The panel returned to its default screen. Untouched. Unchanged. Like nothing had happened. But as she turned to leave A faint line of code flickered at the bottom of the system log. Too fast for most to notice. Too subtle to track. A single mark. «Q» Then it vanished. Miles away, inside a secured server within Cross Empire—

Iliya smiled wholeheartedly as she set her eyes on her father and greeted with a bow, with two knees on the ground. Lord Eradnel stood with a smile, though he was old enough to be weak, his strength was as fresh as youth. The Lords of the Elves were blessed with a partial immortality, but so less so that there would always be new Lords. "What a pleasant surprise. Stand, my daughter, Legolas Elanaoragorn rejoices today. Come!" She rushed Into his arms and he kept her in his warm, loving and comforting bossom. "I have missed you so much, father"

Bernie held out his hand. There are beautiful women in the world, all of them couldn’t hold a candle to the winged perfection in the chair. She dressed in the colors of autumn, a vibrant display of yellow, gold, and orange. Her ancient cadence charmed all. “My name is Elphame and I am the queen of the Seelie. Fairy is your name for us,” a slight hint of insult came attached to the last statement. Bernie straightened his tie, “Please forgive me, your majesty. I will use the word Seelie regarding your people from now on,” he took a deep breath, “Could you explain what happened?”

Leon said and pushed me forward towards Queen Elisabela. "What do you want to say? And who is going to say it?" Queen Elizabela asked, her eyes darting between Leon and I. "Crimson," Leon said and at the same time everyone pointed at me. "So Crimson, what's going on?" Queen Elizabela asked. I hesitated, I took a deep breath, "Aethelfrith is missing," I closed my eyes and waited for the shout but queen Elisabela laughed. I opened my eyes when I heard Queen Elisabela laughing, "What are you saying? Aethelfrith is in the underground dungeon and I can clearly remember the king locking him up there and he said no Visitors," Queen Elisabela said, still laughing.

"No, we don't have that ability. Only the original can do that. She's the beginning of our kind anyway. They call her the Phantom Queen and she is eternal, at least that's what they say. She can manifest her essence in her chosen descendant throughout the centuries hence why they call her the Phantom——something that cannot be seen but she still remains in this world." "So she still exists up to this day? Where is she now?" I sighed, scooting closer and cuddled her on my side. "Nowhere. She'd been long gone since the War of the Triad began eight hundred years ago. Let's say we are indeed a 'cult'. And we were united before under the Phantom Queen Silva who was chosen by the Essence of the Ori

Hale pleaded lowly. She wasn’t moved, and Killian nodded at her. “The Elves of Ameran will be defended and protected by their Queen.” Her eyes widened slightly. “Are you threatening me?” Killian raised an eyebrow. “I made myself perfectly clear outside. Anyone not willing to participate in coming up with ways to protect our species is more than welcome to protect their own, and yes, that includes the ever-notorious Queen of the Elves.” “You would do well to remember who you’re speaking to,” she warned.

Preparations would usually start several years in advance, and the Elves would inevitably show a whole new look to Leila's major forces. The time for the Elves’ sacrificial ceremony was getting closer and closer. The whole clan was busy. Inside the tallest tower, a woman with pointed ears and exuding a mature charm was standing on the top floor, looking at her busy tribe below. She was Isa, the Elven Queen who changed the fate of the Elves. Invitations had been sent to all Leila's major forces, and everyone had replied positively. The Elves were still not very strong in Leila. They were only average.

A he-wolf spoke up. “Yes.” Another shouted from another angle. “You're the best Queen we could ever ask for.” “The Queen one can only dream about and see in the movies.” Another said. “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” Someone else yelled. “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” Some of them chorused again, and then the entire multitude joined in. “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” It was loud and mighty. “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” It shook the grounds. “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!”