Red Head Elf Novels & Stories

That little scene seized Ellaine’s attention away from the Virsathen tree. His arms wrapped around the woman’s waist, “You didn’t need to worry. After all, I’m the greatest warrior of Lenriad.” Ellaine’s eyes went keen. Finrod was.. smiling. And his eyes sparked too, looks like he’s gentle around that woman. Her eyes shifted to her. She was beautiful indeed. She had curly brown hair that matches her eyes. Her long, thick, curly lashes, small pointy nose, and thin, pink lips must probably be a killer for an elf like Finrod.

James mused. "No! He didn't even touch her! I saw him take her soul!" "Did you see his face?" "No, he was wearing a black robe. But the aura... it felt somewhat akin to an elf." "I don't want to speculate, but if that thing really is an elf, we’re in serious trouble." "The darkness coming from him is overwhelming," Rebbeca added. "Have you ever heard of a Cursed Elf?" James asked. "No. I didn't know such things existed."

The small glow of their feet as they touched the ground had me be looking in wonder. Daine watched me intently. Out of all the elves, he wore the most color. There was brightly colored thread wrapped around a few tendrils of hair, some parts dyed in light blue and purple. He certainly was more flamboyant than the others and his attitude to me was certainly more friendly.

Blood covers a large portion of the area, the elf was ripped to pieces, its head detached from its body and the rest of it in a mangled mess with its guts spilling out onto the floor. Fenrir remembers the first time he had consumed the flesh of a human and how it revigorated him, maybe the same is true for elves. 'I have no choice but to try, I must give into my animal instincts even at the cost of my sanity. ' As Fenrir crawls to the corpse, the dead eyes of the elf stare back at him as if telling him not to desecrate its corpse anymore than it is. But he ignores it and reaches out to grab its arm to feast on it.

The big blonde felt it right away, and groaned - with relief. - "That should feel a bit better." I said, with my best bedside manner. - "Thanks." she said. - "You are very welcome." I said, with a smile and a wink for Earrings, who smiled back. The remainder of their party came around from the other side of the dragon. Two more women: one was Exotic Ravenhair, in her ornate armor - the one who had knocked me out, last night. The other was an elf. Wood elf, of course - not High Elf. You rarely see any of the Old Ones anymore. This elf had hair so blonde it was practically white. Cute, too. I had to shake my head; was membership in this group open only to very attractive women?

Those who live for ever see know reason to hurry. Even the shortest elf was taller than most werewolves so it wasn't hard to spot them over the heads of the pack. They stood straight and the expression on each of the elves faces was a mask of perfect serenity. They're hair was long and flowed down their backs almost unaffected by the wind. Their wore loose flowing robes of green and yellow that his their footsteps so that they appeared to float up the path and to the patient alpha.

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

I squinted my eyebrows, and he chuckled. “I am the King because I am the most powerful elf… little flower.” He said matter-of-factly. Our driver chuckled, and I noticed his pointy ears. He was also an elf. Our driver moved along, and once we were on the road and close to the forest, Aelfred lifted his hands and created a portal, which we crossed -SUV included—into the Elf Realm. The regular forest scenery changed into something magical. There were trees around us, but they were colorful and shimmering. The trees were not only green but also orange, pink, and yellow. I bit my lower lip; this place was beautiful.

i whimpered, my eyes burning with tears that refused to fall. His face darkened at the edges, reminding me that he was an elf. “You may not remember me, Elly, you may not remember our past life together but I do. I have gone through hell to find you and i will not let you go, not when you want to play matryr.” he declares firmly, pressing the handle of the sheated dagger to my palm.

If this world were a video game, platinum blonde hair would direct lines of elves. But elves in this world are very mysterious and tend to isolate themselves from the outside world. No one, not even adventurers, has ever seen an elf unless they are lucky to avoid death. Elves are considered beautiful even if they have reached their hundred years. They never look old. That is why black market buyers are eager to buy anything rare, such as Zayn, and he's the direct bloodline of an alpha wolf. Those traders knew precisely who he was because someone must have told them. Someone in his pack turned a traitor.