Long Live The Elf Queen Novels & Stories

The fire crackled loudly in the stone fireplace as I patiently waited for them to speak. “My Alpha, we heard a rumour that you brought a human into our sacred territory” Elder William started. A dry, harsh bark of laughter escaped my throat. “A rumor?” They exchanged glances among themselves and another elder said, “We wanted to be certain so we came…..” “It's true” I cut in, the smile fading from my lips. “Her name is Elsie and she will become my Luna Queen” The room erupted in gasps and shocked murmurs. I leaned back, my expression neutral as I watched them softly discuss among themselves.

"We have the numbers advantage here, so it's staying way over there. However, we're screwed if we encroach on its territory." "Are you really the Elf Queen? You're useless!" I chuckled. "Oh, I know for a fact that she's not the Elf Queen. All she did was steal my ideas and dangle them in your faces like they were magic!" My eyes turned to Queenie for a brief moment. "Let me show you how it's really done."

Her short pause seemed quite very long to me and the annoying way Irun was breathing loudly beside me did not help either. Regardless, at least a hundred or two people crowded the place the silence was over bearing. After an unnecessary long while she spoke up again. "To everyone who has trusted me in leading this Kingdom to prosperity and to be a safe haven to live, I hope that this time too, you put your faith in me and support me through this." She raked her eyes over all of her people to watch their reactions. "I, Queen Sylva, of the great old Elf Kingdom, swear my alliance to Seraphina from Zyrenia, the werewolf Kingdom." Many of the elf people's faces were clearly fallen upon her words

"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

My name is Elara Vaelorien, last living heir of the Elf royal line. By human reckoning I am one hundred and twenty-seven; by Elf standards I am still young — we live three thousand years inside the forest, and one year outside it. Today is my three hundred and sixty-third day outside. In two more days, I will dissolve into light and scatter on the wind. But I cannot die now. Because I have to kill a man, or — let him kill me.

Others retreated into denial, clinging to the comfortable lie that their king was righteous. "Enough!" Queen Elara's voice cut through the noise like a blade. "I am Queen Elara Ironfang, wife to Aldric, mother to the princes you were sent to execute. I faked my death five years ago to escape my husband's corruption. I have spent those years building resistance to save the kingdom he is destroying. You have a choice now. Join us, or leave. But make that choice with full knowledge of what you are choosing between." "You are dead," a young soldier whispered. "The Queen is dead. We mourned you."

The Witch Queen descended like a storm cloaked in silk and fury. Elara stood her ground as the ravens dispersed into smoke behind the silver-armored woman, each flap of their wings leaving sparks of ancient magic in the air. The Queen’s silver eyes locked onto Elara’s—not in recognition, not in blood-bound reunion, but in challenge. “You broke the seal,” the Queen said, voice smooth and cutting. “The Rift has chosen you.” Vesper stepped in front of Elara, protective. “And who exactly gave you permission to descend from your dead throne?”

The person smiled at Witch Lily. I kept gaping at her. Her skin was so fair, nearly translucent, and she had long wavy light blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She looked pale yet still so beautiful. But what shocked me was that she had pointed ears! She was an elf! What in the world is going on.. Elves actually exist in this world?! The elf turned toward me and laughed softly, looking at my reaction. “You must be Aleena. Come, the Queen has been expecting you.” I quickly collected my mind and calmed myself down. Well, I’m a werewolf, Kyson is a Lycanthrope, and Witch Lily is a.. well.. a witch. It shouldn't surprise me that elves existed. Maybe even unicorns existed too.

"Good evening Andra , Happy birthday to you" "Thank you very much Ellen" Andra told her gracefully. "This is the beginning of your journey. Every decision you take from now matters in life. You would meet many trials but remember not to give in to your mind but rather always listen to your heart. You night meet scary things but remember everything was created by the moon goddess and the heavens", " Does this mean there are other species apart from humans and werewolves?" Andra interrupted. " You are always fond of cutting me whenever I speak. You haven't learnt over my annual visits on your birthday. There will come a time, you will make a mistake due to that. If that mistake would cost you

The sound of his flesh making contact with the door rings through the house but the one who hears it is someone that he does not suspect. A little dark elf answers the door. She has pure snow-white hair and even pure white eyes. She looks up and notices that it’s the king. She points her finger at him. “Hey! You are special king elf!” Quickly, she bows out of respect. Then she hears a voice the rumbles within the living room of the cottage. “Hey, Mina. Why do you go play at your aunt’s house.” The strong female voice rises through the space. “Okay mommy!” The little elf rushes through th trio in front of her and begins to go the house across the street. Once she is gone, the elf that owns th