Red Head Elf Novels & Stories

His shoulders shake, his breath coming in ragged sobs. She is back. She is safe. The mate bond, which had been nothing but an aching void, snaps back into place, filling him with warmth so overwhelming it nearly crushes him. Across the blooming white flower, the elf’s glowing form dims. His hair, once burning gold, fades slightly, tinged with streaks of red—a mark of the toll the spell has taken. His skin is ghostly pale, the runes still smoldering against his flesh, a silent testament to his sacrifice.

And when they lost focus, I could disappear. The chase continued, and I zigzagged through the trees like I was born for this. I wasn’t, but I adapted. If Mum saw me now, she'd grab my ear and tug it until I apologized. She hated it when I stirred trouble. "Keep your head down, Ren," she'd whisper. "Don’t give them a reason to notice you." Too late for that. Auren the Half-Breed was always noticed. Red hair in a pack of browns and blacks? Lean body wrapped in layers like a human grandpa? Wild eyes and wilder tongue? I didn’t belong. So I made sure they remembered why.

“You are being too hard on her Lelyah, maybe she just got scared after seeing Mother Eva’s angry face.” As always, Lelyah pretended no to hear my joke and rushed towards the entrance, where the Mage was already holding door open for us. “Come on inside, I am hungry.” An abundance of fruits, roasted vegetables, salads and soup covered the table, yet none of them caught my attention. It should have been obvious, but I overlooked it out of surprise this whole time. The elf sitting at the center of the table had her red long hair tied on the side with a violet ribbon, a beautiful silver flower adorned her left shoulder and I could see colorful patterns she probably sew herself all around her whi

“You do appear to be in a difficult circumstance.” Randey found it odd that the Elf would have a sense of humor at a time like this. Of course he found much about him odd, since he had never before encountered an Elf. The Jivanaar’s pale, almost golden skin and golden eyes were alien enough, and combined with the exotic points of his ears and flowing pale hair he was both beautiful and imposing. An unmistakable aura of confidence radiated from him, as well as from his companion. “We are most grateful,” Randey said, wincing at the recurring pain in his side.

And even though my pulse was still a little too fast, doing this helped. We were searching the red head category because Eliana thought we could narrow things down using the filter to search for those with rare hair colors. Only one hundred true red heads are living in the ravager pack. So she’s not wrong; it’s easier. I stopped above a face when we heard the doorknob turn. Both our heads glanced in that direction. No one is supposed to enter Cassiel’s office. He gave me a key. It stays locked when he’s not around.

Entering the tavern, the prattle falling dead silent. I would have sent a messenger boy, but there is no time for that, I went back to the head guard, also the first elf to be let into the kingdom, Hazel. "Good-noon, King Levi." She says with a bow, tucking her firey; coral-colored; curly hair behind her pointed ear. "Ah, but it is already past noon, dear Red," I respond, with a sly grin.

Growled a voice in my head, causing me to jump slightly. “Wait…. Who are you?” I silently replied, making sure I didn’t speak out loud as I didn’t want to wake up my men. “I’m Nyx, I’m surprised you didn’t realise.” “How are you talking to me?” I ask, “you’ve never done that before.” “You’ve never been ready to hear me before, not like this.” “I don’t understand, how is this possible?” “We are the Red wolf.” She smiles, and I could actually see her in my mind, her beautiful red fur bouncing as she moved. “We can do anything we want. Selene has blessed us.”

Glints of maroon tendrils, crimson flames in a wicked pair of orbs, and that roguish grin that poisons my heart. “Long time no see, Sorah.”

“You hag! What have you done to me? You cursed me?!” “No, that is your real form, rotten, horrifying, grotesque, and anathema, do you really think you could stay long wearing that mask? You are the impostor, Red, the creature that came from under the earth, I summon you for one simple task,” the old hag revealed. Red was horrified that she remained speechless. “The girl that you’ve stolen of features, the girl you almost succeeded in killing, I want her, bring her here, to me. I will reward you with a price that you couldn’t resist,”

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.