Overlord Dark Elf Novels & Stories

Elsa's people had failed. The battlefield, the home of the elves, was now a graveyard, all thanks to the Dark Prince, a demon who took whatever he wanted and didn't care who or how it hurt anyone. The dark prince had given her people two years to surrender to him, and Elsa would have chosen to surrender, but the chiefs of her home were too stubborn, thinking they could win a war against the dark prince. She had been kneeling in the dirt, hands glowing faintly as she tried to heal the wounded men. Her white robes were smeared with blood from the injured ones. That was when he had come, towering above everyone and killing everyone until he got to her.

"Wonderful. The final word to give goes out to the rest. Should anyone attempt to approach, look at, or even speak Enora's name, they shall be the next opponent here with me. Do I make myself clear?" "YES, ALPHA BOSS SIR!" "On your feet runt." He stripped down to his boxers before shifting into wolf form. His fur was a rich brown with a slightly lighter coloring on his chest and bright, green eyes stood out in contrast. The underling adopted as steady a stance as he could when he shifted, facing Alessandro. "You fight for your life," Alessandro said, charging at a blinding speed.

Each of them has their own special powers. The aquatic elves had an appearance of blue skin with white stripes and patches or deep green skin, mottled and striped with brown. They live inside water having the ability to detect minute changes in the currents of the water and could hear sounds underwater that surface dwellers could not perceive. Dark elves live in caves, having a purple skin, which is usually of a very dark, almost black hue having powers; strength, speed, stamina, durability, agility, and reflexes. Some Dark Elves, like Malekith, can use fairy magic to shapeshift, teleport, and project energy blasts, deep elves live in darkness underground having strength, intelligence and de

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

Figuring that Ash was her elder brother, it was only normal for her to be more mature than other kids her age. They settled into the movie and except for Chelsea who had watched the movie a gazillion times, Olive and Rosie were shocked by the plot twists that kept popping up. The movie ended about an hour later and they just kept binging on more and more Marvel movies. They were watching Thor:The Dark World, well Chelsea was watching it. Rosie and Olive were conked out on the sofa with the younger's head on the elder's lap and Olive's head on the backrest. Chelsea kept watching until the post-credits came up.

This place gave me weird vibes, and I wouldn’t risk anything by entering empty-handed. “I guess you can call this the equivalent to a shadow hunter’s institution. This is a place where anyone of mixed blood can stay. There’s a bunch of creatures, there’s the Fairies, Werewolves, Vampires, Warlocks, and even some demons,” he told me. I'm so furious. He must have told me this way before I even got to this place. For a shadow hunter to enter a place like this is an automatic death sentence. I was in their territory, their rules, and if I tried to kill one of them even Medardo’s Laws wouldn’t save me. Rules cursed and the shadow hunter community gave us permission to kill downlorders if they vio

The forest seemed to contract, shadows pressing in from all sides. Then I saw him. Rylan stepped from the shadows, sleek and dangerous, eyes glinting with malice. His fur bristled, stance low and predatory. Behind him, other wolves emerged—rogues, exiles, and traitors, all ready for chaos. The northern path had become a battlefield.

I, on the other hand, could only feel fear. “I want to have you, Laura. I need to have you whole…” He was trailing his nose along my face. “When you’re so fragile and helpless… I want you even more. I want to fuck you like nobody ever did before. I want you to feel pain and rapture. I want to be your last lover…” He kept whispering into my ears and it left me wondering what exactly the dark lord actually wanted from me. "I know your obedience is out of force, I want you to beg for me, to want me like the air you breathe, to crave me."

They had touched my home with rotten hands, and for that reason alone, mercy had no place there. “Elijah!” Kael shouted from a distance. I heard him, but I didn’t stop. My shadows fell upon Hall’s allies like an ancient judgment. The corrupted wolves were crushed to the ground. The dark creatures crumbled under the pressure of my power. The cultists still clutching weapons froze for a second before the darkness devoured them completely. The worst part was that there was no beauty in it, nor was there glory, only raw and absolute necessity. Hall stepped back.

But the front reception desk is completely empty. I tap my fingers against the marble counter. A moment later, a tall figure walks briskly out of a back room, her face set in an expression of absolute, freezing indifference. An Elf Awakener. The Elf race is a massive faction in mythology, and the girl walking toward us is undeniably a Dark Elf. Her skin is a flawless, intoxicating shade of deep, silky obsidian. Her long hair is the color of midnight, and delicate, dark-silver cuffs trace the elegant, pointed tips of her ears.