Nozomi Elfen Lied Novels & Stories

“Y-you h-eaard….” “Prince Thalion. May I?” With a nod, he motions for me to continue. “Elf’s are gifted, they can speak any language as fluently as their own.” I explained with a sweetness in my voice that was laced with venom. “Which means he has heard everything you’ve said since the beginning.” She gulps, fear enveloping her features that she grew teary eyed. Shaking her head profusely, “No, no. I didn’t mean it. I swear, I didn’t-“

“Are you really Knox’s mate, or are you just playing some kind of game?” Lydia blinked, stunned by the bluntness of the question. “Excuse me?” Ella tilted her head. “You heard her. It’s just a little hard to believe that Knox would have a mate. Especially someone like you.” “Well, do you expect him to be mateless? I can’t blame you, and if you think I’m some kind of ride-along, then I guess you’re wrong. We are a mate-blessed bond from the Moon Goddess. I’m sorry—there’s nothing you can do.” Lydia threw in the remark, which earned a scowl. She knew she’d hit the spot, but they were at a party, so obviously, they could do nothing.

The process repeated until the creature made it towards the reception desk. "How may I help you?" Noel asked cheerfully. His eyes occasionally glanced at the long hands of the inhumanely being. That creature moved it's long arm and placed a piece of paper on the table. On the paper some words were written in scribbling. It said... LORE OF ELM Noel raised his eyebrows. "Do you mean, lore of elm from Ryzinka?" The creature slowly nodded. Noel pondered for a few while. "Sir, the book that you requested is a cursed one. Are you fine with that?"

|ASTRAEA| “Let it go!” Eloise and I dashed through the vibrant landscape in our wolf forms, the sun casting a golden glow over the meadows, I couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration coursing through my veins. "Your wolf is stunning," Eloise remarked, her voice filled with genuine admiration as she brushed her fur against mine. I let out a playful snort, rolling my eyes at her comment. "Don't inflate Asana's ego any further," I teased, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

He took a step to me. “Don’t come any closer. I don’t want to speak to you. Leave me alone.” I warned, folding my arms. Only then did I realize that Lyara’s spell seemed to have worn out. How strange. I could feel myself again, I could feel my wolf. He ignored me and came closer. “Do you know what a fall from that height will do to you? It will kill you, Eloise, and I did not go to hell and back just for you to hurt yourself –”

“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.”

"Oh?" said the elf. I stood, and dropped my trousers, revealing my erection. "Oh!" she said. I lay on my back. "Your turn to move a bit." I suggested. She hesitated only a moment. Then Fhaernala sat astride me, held me with her fingers, and sank down on my shaft. - "Ahh ..." said someone. I think it was me. She rode me slowly, patiently, seeking her own pleasure. She ground herself against me. Then Fhaernala placed her delicate hands on my chest, and began to slide her hips back and forth. She closed her eyes. Fhaernala came again, grinding, and sagged down onto my chest. I gently rolled her over, and entered her from behind as she lay on her side. It wasn't long before I pulled o

one elf said, but the other seemed agitated when he saw the emerald eyes of the stranger. “That’s… Alfreda Herfst!” another elf pointed at her. The audience roared wilder. And the centaur could not hide his excitement. “What a different turn of events! Our top rank warrior Alfreda Herfst interfered! What does this mean?” Alfreda faced the hybrid. “I fight alone, and I want to be a part of this team. From now on, we will fight together!” She said in a loud voice. Alfreda! Alfreda! Alfreda!

I asked him, quite interested in their history for once. “No, they were elfs.” He was confusing me. “Plural of elf?” “Yes.” “Wait,” said Maurice, stepping in front of me. “The plural of elf is elves. Elf, elves, elven.” “Elfen,” said the shaman. “No,” insisted Maurice, “Hey!” he shouted at the roof. “Whoever’s in charge of the translating device, you got it wrong.” “Is this really that important?” I asked him. The look he gave me suggested it was.

Welma’s next call invokes a ghastly black smoke conjuring right in front of our path. “Wait!” She rings out desperately, coming to a stop. We all do the same and Elsa panics, “What’s that thing amassing ahead of us? Wasn’t this a human territory?” I nearly forgot that they all are with the belief Zorien is human. I quickly piece up a reply, “Zorien’s a Wizard, so they’re his minions”. Elsa looks at me with a crazy expression before processing what I tell her. I look to Welma who gives me thankful smile.