Plus Sized Elf Kuroeda Novels & Stories

“Who is this person and what should I do there?” Lesley bit her lower lip slightly in hesitation, but then she told him. “The name is Kuroda Arimura. He is one of our adventurers. He is… Sick, and he refused to come to work. Everyone has been trying to persuade him to come to work, but he just needed more time to recover.”

Matthew asked again. “Hmm I have a colleague that might be able to help you.” Yuki said with a smile. ….. CLING! CLING! CLING! The doorbell rang as the door swung open. “Welcome, how may I help you?” A female elf with beautiful blonde hair, long pointy ears, a pair of blues and was clad in high-quality and fancy clothing of blue and yellow turned around to greet her customers. She held a clipboard in her left arm and a pen in her right hand.

Ejima had suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and before she could think, her hands were already on her waist, ready to draw out her sling. She hadn't mistaken the chuckle. They were that of babies, resting inside a brown basket, underneath a tree whose name was not forthcoming. What made her eyes dilate was the creature beside the basket. It was at least twice the size of a dog, with brown rich skin, spotted all around with black. Its tail stood above its body, and the claws were glinting dangerously with the afternoon sun. It had buried its head inside the basket and the children in the basket kept giggling as the animal continued to smear their faces with its slurry saliva.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

I hear from a gruff, low voice behind me. I turn to see an elf, and I almost jump but I know better. It's Jasper. He is only about 4’5, dark, almost leather like skin. He smiles, showing me his full mouth of pointy teeth. His eyes are almost black and his arms and legs so muscular you’d think he was a bodybuilder. His body was … not what you’d call proportional and he was more than happy to let me see him nude since it was certainly something to be proud of.

It touched the earth with a sound that was heard in the teeth. Kade cursed and grabbed for his sword. Darius bared his teeth and lunged. But the thing that came was not simply an animal to kill. It stood up and its head lifted. It was a wolf and not a wolf. Its ribs showed like a frame, and its eyes were pale moons. Around its neck hung tokens—shreds of cloth, a child's ribbon, tiny bones tied in a ring. Elara's throat closed. One of the tiny bones had a chip of silver thread—like the scrap she kept. Her heart slammed. The wolf's head turned slowly to her and it bared its teeth in a smile that had no warmth.

Rhobart nicked his skin, a few drops of blood ran down his neck. “Don’t release more arrows!” the Elf yelled, lowering his bow. Two more Elves jumped from the trees—a female and a male, both blondes—landing close to Kerra before moving closer to Rhobart and Ayla. The male had a sword in his right hand, while the female had a whip on her left hip and a short sword on the right one. “She looks identical to you, Taeral,” the female said. “Except for her ears, which are human.” She sniffed the air. “But she is only part human.”

A veil of shadow, a simple but potent illusion, still clung to their features, obscuring them in a personal twilight. Delicate, pale fingers rose to the cowl of the cloak. With a careful, almost reverent tug, she pulled the hood back. The clinging shadow dissolved like mist in the sun, revealing a woman of striking, ageless beauty. Her hair was the color of dark ink, a stark contrast to her alabaster skin. Her light brown eyes, flecked with shimmering gold, remained fixed on the ground. But it was the graceful, tapered points of her ears that stole my breath. An elf. Here.

After spending a few hours checking out her giant main body for any possible errors, a certain loli dark elf finally managed to satisfy her paranoia and had now decided to return to her terminal (the globe). Upon sitting down in the chair next to it and tapping on the terminal, as if it was routine, the loli narrowed her search into finding a certain werewolf.

An elf of royal blood, rendered frail, now rested in my abode, her life hanging by a thread. As the kitchen bustled into motion, Poras and Cali emerged. Poras, his robust build and shaggy brown hair belying his mere sixteen years, was draped in an old fur coat and leather boots. His towering frame often deceived people about his age. His expression oscillated between shock and fury. Our quarrel from earlier had left its mark, the discord simmering.