Red Head Elf Novels & Stories

Just a sip of it would make people feel that they were in paradise. It was a great opportunity to get such a Blood Jade King Ginseng. "Haha, old guy, you were almost caught by this group of ugly men, weren't you? You were so smug that you lost a beard. Haha, you deserve it!" a scathing voice sounded. It was another grass elf—the Sky Hammer Grass that Ren Xiaoyao had mentioned. This grass elf was golden. It was like a wooden club and was very ugly. It could be barely described as human-shaped, since it had no human features. Its face looked as if had been crashed by a car, or a tomato smashed by someone. It had obviously not fully evolved yet.

Unlike the rest of my siblings, my birth has never been celebrated. I know that at five foot ten inches I’m on the small side for an alpha, where the average height is six foot to six foot two inches, but I am not tiny. When I’m in my best condition I’m a stocky but muscular two hundred and twenty pounds. I’ve been to three packs since I’ve started the program. All three packs sent everyone in Red Fang home after only three months and anyone that gets booted early has to wait for the next run to start. Every run is a total of six months with some prospects hopping from one pack to the next for eighteen months before returning home. To my knowledge that has never happened to a Red Fang warri

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.

History was being written then and there, the Calyx pack witnessed the unnatural sighting of the first eye-color changing wolf, with the rank that was considered to be the lowest. Amidst a frenzy of staggered breaths and wildly beating hearts; stood a Red-Eyed Omega, fierce and defiant in all its glory.

“Picture the worst gods and goddesses you’ve ever heard of—all in one place. Bloodthirsty. Pissed. Ancient. That’s what we’re walking into.” There’s a beat of silence. Then Tomas says, “Sounds like a fun Friday afternoon.” We all laugh—harder than the joke deserves. But tension has to go somewhere. “Who else is coming with us?” Kai asks. A portal opens 20 feet away, answering the question for me. Out walks Puck with five fairies, five elves with longbows, ten dwarves, some goblins, three selkies, and five cat shifters of some kind. “Our little army’s arrived,” I say, getting up. I pull out the bag of Swedish Fish I packed and toss it to Puck as he approaches.

Although deemed a myth, whispered around campfires and narrated to children as fairytales, every story held a kernel of truth. It was believed that those dwelling beneath the Tree of Life possessed the extraordinary ability to enhance the power, strength, and speed of both werewolves and vampires. Their magic was so pure and potent that it was described to resemble the refreshing taste of the crispest waters on the tongue. Inhabitants of the Tree of Life took the form of ethereal beings characterised by pointed ears and eyes in a vivid lake blue-green shade. The clarity and sparkle of their gaze were so captivating that other beings found it challenging to look away, feeling an irresistible

“But no creature truly belongs to another, and if you keep her in this way she will wither.” Rosalynd is sitting on a throne a the top of a high dais. She looks every inch the Faerie Queen, all traces of her false humanity sloughed from her. Her ears are long and pointed like a true high elf, her skin more moonlight pale than mortal pink. Her long black hair reaches her waist in a perfectly straight, black line, like ink and her eyes are the shining gray of silver--bright, hard, and cold.

I asked. "Oh, you poor, ignorant puppies." The vampire started walking toward us, completely unafraid. "Did you really think werewolves were the only monsters hiding in the shadows?" Before I could answer, something dropped from the ceiling behind us. I spun around to find a woman with impossible green eyes and pointed ears. When she moved, it was too fast and too smooth to be human. "Elf," Marcus whispered. "Half-elf," she amended. "And you're trespassing on neutral ground."

Every day, she would tell Elwin that the female elves all harbored evil intentions. Once Elwin became tired of hearing about it, he decided to simply give her a wide berth. His attitude directly affected the other half-elves. Slowly, even the ones who delivered daily necessities to her stopped coming by. She frequently went without food to eat or clothes to wear, and she felt suffocated by the reality of her living situation. Then, she heard that a certain wolf tribe's Highlord had conceived a silver wolf pup with a human partner. The entire tribe was in the middle of sending out invitations and preparing a banquet to celebrate the young wolf.

None of the enchanted vampires were here yet, but Theo was certain they would come during the Moon Season. Theo glanced over as the sound of the drawbridge lowering caught his attention. He watched when the drawbridge lower completely. The gates were already opened and that familiar hooded and cloaked figure stood before them flanked by elves and dwarves. His heartbeat quickened as the figure approached them as he and his men shifted back into their human form from their wolf form. All of them watched the figure, waiting for something to happen. When it did, it caused a collective sharp intake of air among them when the figure pushed down the hood of her cloak to reveal unruly red hair spira