Lotr Half-elf Novels & Stories

Shock—pure, unadulterated, and absolute—was plastered on every face. It was Lorian, the keeper of the scrolls, who finally broke the spell, his voice trembling. "Then the prophecy... You are half-human? Half-elf?" "I am," I confirmed. A low murmur rippled through the gathered elders, a sound of awe and disbelief. A new confidence, one I’d kept buried for a lifetime, surged forward.

"Hector, Zachary, and Maximo are half-dragons, Luna is a half-elf, Ezekiel and Sirene are half-mermaids. Sirene is a half mermaid, her parents are just hiding it from her." "Soheila, you have to know how they are going to open their power. It would be a big help for you and them. Because the war might be the reason they are going to die if they won't have their full power." White Tiger's voice was serious. He knows how Soheila's friends were important to her. "I need to go to the Elves, Mermaids, and Dragons' den." Soheila turned to Theodore who had been listening. "I guess our journey would be long." Soheila was thinking that it might take them 2 years.

What’s even more dangerous is that his wife is a half-elf, elves have the strongest bond with mates, they are the ones who are the most loyal and obeys the strings of fate and connection so much that some of them that lose their partners would rather die than continue on living. “I am not joking Lucifer, just like how demonic your name is, I swear your life will live up to your name if you lose her.” Nicholas didn’t want his friend to be ruined, as long as he could help him, he would do it. And the only way for that is to smack his head and make him take his wife back before it's too late. Meanwhile, Zane was strolling through the place when she noticed the hidden passageway behind the strea

But she already met Alderon, the human wizard. “Ellaine?” Finrod stared at her, “You’re an.. elf?” The first thing she did was feel her ears. Yes, it was pointy just as any elf. But if she’s an elf and she can cast spells.. “You’re confused, Inwë?” Her opponent stood up with great effort. “That is because that Hristoax is both of elf and witch birthright. The one who possesses it shall be the first one to retain familial blood at the same time acquiring witch birthright.” She wiped the blood at the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.”That one should be mine!”

"Wasn't there an Elf King before? Maybe he is your father if the Elf race finds it hard to get pregnant with the human race." I suddenly became silent late realizing it, then got up and sat beside Noe. "I am human, you are Elf, so what?" I asked worried and confused, Noe stroked my cheek, then told me to lie down again. "Maybe if you do it often there is a possibility," "Have there ever been half elves?" "If the father is an Elf and the mother is human, but if it's the other way around, there haven't been any," he replied, making my heart ache even more.

On the eighth day, scouts reported that Liesel's army had entered the Black Forest. They were moving faster than expected, driven by hunger and rage and the dark magic that animated them. Their numbers had grown to nearly a thousand, a writhing mass of corrupted half-bloods who no longer remembered their names or their families or their lives. They were just creatures now, beasts with empty eyes and dripping fangs, following Liesel's commands because they could not do anything else. Elif gathered her army in the meadow. Five hundred half-bloods, scarred and weary and terrified. But they stood tall, their chins lifted, their eyes bright. They were ready.

The world slowed down around me as rage and duty collided in my chest. I shape-shifted; My spine arching violently, my bones snapping with wet cracks as they restructured. My flesh rippled, and my veins glowed faintly beneath the surface. My hands curled, my fingernails lengthening into deadly black claws. Fur erupted across my skin in a storm of pain and power. My jaw unhinged, my skull reshaping with a sickening crunch into a long, snarling snout. A roar tore from my throat. Half-man, half-beast—a warning to whatever dared breach my territory. Within seconds, the man was gone. In his place stood a towering Lycan— eight feet of raw fury and primal strength, muscles coiled, senses sharp. Sal

She has always been their friend. Thus, they would never harm her, or her kin. This also can be said for the others. They are pacifists. Loheiruchel’s parents are pacifists and Tinum is an elf, a pacifist race had it not been due to the mother tree before corrupting them, as well as the fairies and nymphs. Thus, they would never harm anyone, much less a group, and a group that is connected to their friend, Mhir. “We would never let the Dwarves’ Village be fell to danger.” Loheiruchel told Mhir with a serious expression on his face

Elves exist? "She was half-elf!" Rowan repeated, his chest heaving as tears of anger welled in his eyes. "Of course she could control it! She had half of the blood for it! But look at me! I am just a quarter-elf freak! My powers are mutated! My self-control is broken! I am not like her, Father! I am just a monster!" A wave of profound shock washed over me as I listened from the floor. I couldn't even process the pain in Rowan's voice because my brain was spinning in absolute confusion.

Nexus' reins were tugged at sharply, and he gave an annoyed neigh, but Nimuel's eyes were on Aelanor, confused and surprised. "The prophecy, Aelanor. What about..." "We are not going back. The Shaman never told us to go back," Aelanor stated calmly. "But he said..." "He told us to go. And we have to go. We are half-mortal now, and we are the only elves who can't be touched by the curse. We are the warriors, cousin. We have to find the source of all these inflictions and fight it." Nimuel's mouth was open in an "o" as her companion's words started making sense to her. More questions rose up in her, but they were overridden by her feeling of guilt.