Red Head Elf Novels & Stories

My life ends here. "Good of her…" I heard Elf's voice and turned to her in anger, but was shocked at what my inner eyes saw. She had the face of one of the strongest demons in history; a lengthy canine, bloody red eyes, long claws, there were even thorny wings; two horns were also on her head. I trembled and screamed, pointing at her, but just then, I was slammed and it made me fall into unconsciousness... Could it be true?? Elf a demon??

Ciaran shouted. "He?" Tara asked, bewildered. Chloe narrowed her eyes at the elf before them. "He's what you see. A regular elf who had the ability to weave through weaker being's mind. If he catch you off guard, you will become his puppet." "I will kill you all!" Mai roared. His body was now ripped with bulging muscles and huge hairy limbs, and six other arms grew from his sides. He looked like a spider with an elfish features. The young brunette smiled menacingly as her one eye glowed brightly with golden color. "Bring it on."

, Aaron asks, while munching on his goldfish. “I know a decent amount of things.”, I state. “What do you know about elves?” “There are six groups of elves: Moon, Elemental, Half, Nature, Avariel, and Dark elves. I know dark elves for their excellent skills at potions, dark magic, stealth, and fighting abilities; their ears are almost like vampires, but it’s to a slit. Avariel elves are winged elves. They have the same abilities as all other elves because of their mixed breeding; their ears also point straight out as well. Nature elves are known for their excellent hunting skills, potions, light magic, and their ability to communicate with animals. Half-elves are excellent at potions and it d

I comment, “That’s normal for a human, and normal for many other Daemonaria. I look a lot like an Elf, as you suggested. But people will know me as a Trickster even if I keep my mouth shut and don’t bare my fangs simply because Elves don’t have brown eyes.” “Oh, so it’s like an immediate giveaway. That’s why you hide your ears all the time.”

As soon as she finished, they knew what species was she talking about. “You already know that the first one is a wolf,” Azraiel started telling her about the supernaturals. “The second one is Vampire, it’s the only supernatural that has red eyes even in human form and fangs at the same time.” He glanced at Ayleen for a second and then moved his eyes back to her. “The third could be a witch since it’s the most possible one out of the three species that have purple eyes and the fourth sounds like an elf.” “I thought there were only three…” Charlotte’s voice trails as she is unable to finish the sentence, feeling equally frustrated and scared.

The best way to describe them was probably the word: elves. The elf leader showed up riding on a white cloud. His eyes were completely blue. Blue lightning bolts shimmered in his fingers as he landed on the ground. He did the same as me, never turning his back on his enemy. A few minutes later, the hoodrat leader showed up in a limousine, followed by several hummers. The men hurried around the car as he came out. They swarmed around him. The man was small with rat-like ears and completely black eyes.

It’s strange twisting branches are now visible, swiftly moving with the wind. The woman was in awe. She then glanced at the animals that surrounded her. In an instant, her jaw dropped, witnessing the unusual features of every animal. One had four eyes, while others had flowers growing from their antlers. The critters on the woman’s lap moved, softly bumping their scarlet nose against her. Their gem-like eyes widened as their irises dilated in excitement. The woman responded to them, carefully caressing their faces. As she bowed down to meet the critters’ gaze, strands of her hair got loose from the back of her ear. Promptly, the waves bounced. Revealing its bright red hue.

He would require magic for this, the kind that only an elf can channel. 'You have something that can be of help', I say. 'What?' I push back her hair, and confirm my suspicions on spotting her pointed ears. An elf, then. 'You are in possession of kingpeas, are you not?' She opens her mouth to talk, but then looks down and nods. 'Quick. I need them now. It is the only thing that can save him now. He's lost too much blood'. She dashes into the house and returns seconds later with a small, inconspicuous pouch. She hands it to me with much hesitation, and I understand why, but there's no time to question her.

Embroidered on the veil was a bird, the head of the bird rested at the back of the bride's head, its back and wings lined up with her back, and the bottom of the veil was the spread tail of the bird. Niamh pointed, "That one." "Very dramatic," said Moidrin. "It's the perfect choice." Niamh had just had something to eat, when she welcomed the elf in the red robe, a council member named Roedrian Boru, into her presence. He calmly explained how the day would go. By the time Niamh was done listening, she rubbed her forehead in exhaustion. "Don't worry, my Lady," Boru smiled. Niamh was left to herself for a short time, and she sat by the window overlooking fields and forest beyond the castle wall

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.