Shadowrun Elves Novels & Stories

Ari shrugged. “Which ally should we go to first?” Sunama asked as she pulled out a map of the different kingdoms. The map showed the regions of the different species in our realm, the goblins, and pixies obviously, but also the elves, nymphs, dragon shifters, centaurs, and Drow (dark elves), to name a few. “The Elves are the closest.” Huricana pointed to a spot on the map.

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

Will it attempt to murder me once I try to combine it with my summons? Eladrins is a name I'm familiar with. They are connected to elves, but one thing I was certain of was that they were not dungeon creatures! So, what exactly is one doing in a dungeon?!

The man's hair stood out like a sore thumb; it was obvious he was a snake shifter. "Whatever you say, as long as she dies," the man responded with a shrug. Then he even added, "You know, we can drink her blood as well. I heard something about elves' blood doing special things to our shifter clans." "Oh, really!" the woman grinned. Eira gulped. Both of them were enemies of the elves, and their presence here was a dire omen. Eira knew he had to tread carefully or risk unleashing a deadly confrontation.

I breathed. “The Dark Elves’ mountains,” Rivyn replied grimly. “The Elves are cousins to the Fae,” he said quietly as he encouraged Coryfe to move forwards. The horse did not like the location, reacting to the sulphur smell of the soil, and communicated his dislike through his movement, each step reluctant as if he anticipated the ground would disappear before him.

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

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin

My skin was starting to prickle, I could feel the heat radiate in me. “No Avalon.” Darren sighed rubbing a hand over his face, he suddenly looked tired and older than he did just moments ago. “I promised to hide you from them.” “From who?” confusion clouded my anger. “The creatures that dwell just on the other side of those wards.” He pointed in the general direction of the entrance to our realm. “Why would I need to be hidden from them?” my anger began to dissipate for just a moment.

“A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.” “Is that even possible?” “The greatest sin requires the greatest punishment. You can see it is true with every man at the village; they cannot use magic because, even if just a little, their mana is tainted.” It makes sense now. The way every male elf treats me here, why they never talk to us and why they stay at the outermost part of the village. They are considered lesser, tainted beings and even lower than them, are the fallen elves and the beast, as they call every ot

Lea asked suddenly. "You want to know about them?" “Yes. Rebecca mentioned that I might have half-elf blood. What kind of creature is an Elf, exactly, Drex?” “I’m not entirely sure, Lea. I’m only fifty years old. Elves existed during the time of the Lycans' ancestors. From what I’ve heard, they are beautiful creatures who can master the elements—water, fire, air, light, and earth. They can also hear forest spirits and speak to animals," Drex explained.