Novel & Cerita Red Head Elf

I declare. In an instant, Mr. Redferne's demeanour transforms, his face lighting up with a boisterous joy. With a broad smile, he gestures for us to follow him back to the gathering, where our announcement is met with cheers and excitement. Amidst the jubilant atmosphere, I catch sight of Clara, her face positively radiant as she exchanges shy glances with Joshua. It's clear that she's caught up in the euphoria of the moment, she doesn’t know Joshua anymore.

He gestured us to a small table and we all took a seat. "What are you?" Ivan asked, staring at the man's ears. "Ivan!" Hailey kicked him under the table. "It's ok." Alfi laughed at my brother’s bluntness. "I have no siblings, but always found them amusing, especially wolves. Pups like their pack and have fierce loyalty to the other. I'm an elf, the male counterpart to a fairy." "Fairy are only girls?" "Yup. Fairies are like Alpha's to our kind, stubborn little things too. Elves are born with a natural loyalty to fairies just as you are born with a natural loyalty to those of more powerful blood."

“If something intelligent is pushing from the other side, brute force won’t hold forever.” Fenrir studied me carefully. “You’re changing.” “Learning,” I corrected. “There’s a difference.” A ripple of energy passed through the grove. From between the trees stepped a figure cloaked in pale green light. The figure was tall, graceful, unmistakably an elf. His hair was silver, braided with living leaves. His eyes were sharp, ancient, and very aware. He bowed to Fenrir first. “My prince,” he said. “You return at last.”

Ella suddenly spoke in the middle of the silence so Lilibeth immediately looked at her as she closed her eyes and inhaled the air due to annoyance she wiped her face and turned forward again. ----+ Not far away from where they stopped, there were the red eyed deads who were waiting for them to approach and they were more than a hundreds. A kind of red eyed dead which is also called 'sleeping red eyed dead' but its hearing is wide awake, so they can also climb trees and run faster compared to the normal people. They just so happy with the fact that they don't have any babies to cary on. "AHHHHHH"Ella's deafening scream suddenly rang out after she stepped on something in her shoes

His eyes were big and round and were hazel brown coloured and his attire was just the normal dwarven royal attire. “I have.” Guinevere spoke with a serious tone. “I have seen these creatures many centuries ago. There seem to be new ones though. There’s no one else that has these creatures in their army.” Guinevere, the Queen of elves, was a beauty despite being over a thousand years old. Similar to Platinum, most of her parts were white in colour. Her smooth hair was long and white with it getting pinker at the end. Her eyes were violet and sharp. Her dress was seemingly white but was actually soft violet that reflected light that it seemed whiter. She wore a crown of flowers on her head.

Something is going on between those two, and I am adamant to find out. King Aelfred stood up. “Well, I brought my warriors. We, the elves, have a special blessing in our blood; although they look well-built, they are 10 times stronger than what meets the eye. They are excellent in one-on-one combat and trained to work in groups, so when they get together, they are a force to be reckoned with. My people brought impenetrable special armor, and we took as many of them as possible to have your people wear them. Also, I brought along my archer squad; their blessed arrows never miss the target, and they are poisoned to kill in an instant.”

Her face flushed a deep shade of red. "Don't be, child. Elves have these bewitching appearance, but there are plenty of elves so hideous one can't stand the sight of them. Do you know what we call them?" When Alexis shook her head, she continued, "Strays, they succumbed to their perfect looks and used them for evil and soon their outside matched their insides. That is why being an Elf is a double edged sword one can never take a hold of." She spoke with an air of melancholy around her, as if she recalled a distant memory.

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.”

Official 4 interjected, glancing between them. "I think I can help with that." They heard a new voice say and from the shadows, appeared a lanky male Elf holding a red and white fox along with a female human with a pixie cut and big male human with a scar on his face.