Shadowrun Elves Novels & Stories

Flesh's meeting claws surface and once she has her trophy, they stand and slowly place the lids along with the tribal necklace. Three sections make the Wildlands, and while the eagle travels, its pink electric current eyes use that God’s eye view to look down. The overview of the haunting forest is just like any other landscape, however, the very tip of its trees releases spores in the air, though harmless, the fungi smell of rot and mold. The moon finally settles and with the fall of the lunar comes the rise of the sun. The Eagle now reaches a no man’s land called “The Line.” The Line is what separates the rot and disgust from the dark elf race and its two factions. This trench stretches ac

When she finally looked up, her eyes were huge—not scared, just stunned. “She’s not just a wolf,” Eidara said, words slow and heavy. “Her blood’s got a piece of something old in it. Something lost. Like... a shadow of the Flameborn.” Evangeline blinked, totally blank. “The hell is that supposed to mean?” “A line of shifters—elemental, mostly fire. Hunted nearly to extinction in the Old Purge. Too dangerous, even for their own,” Eidara replied, almost absent, eyes still a little wild.

A few dwarves failed and fell in midair, nearly hitting the ground hard, but the elves didn't stay still. With the telekinesis power of the elves, they saved the dwarves from free fall and flew their stocky bodies to land on the skull heads of the Grim Reapers. Some of the other elves used vines to catch the dwarves' bodies, then hurled them back into the air. Dwarves soldiers clung to the Grim Reaper's skull-like monkeys. Several vines weaved around them as a safety rope for their safety. Thus, elf warriors support the crazy actions of Dwarves warriors.

Alaric nodded solemnly. "From the intertwining magic of the Mother Tree and the Earth Spirit, the Elves were born. They were crafted with immortality and purity, entrusted with the sacred task of tending to the earth's delicate balance while the Earth Spirit joined the war. Yet, as time passed, they began to stray from their noble purpose, seduced by the allure of power and pleasure. The whispers of greed, lust, envy, and pride twisted their thoughts. Driven by their newfound desires, the Elves turned upon each other, consumed by avarice and ambition. The strong preyed upon the weak, hoarding treasures and vying for dominion over their kin. When the Earth Spirit noticed the devastation wroug

"I don't like becoming involved in human matters, but you guys, you monsters are different. The birth of creatures like you is what has caused human society to devolve into chaos. It is my obligation as an elf to maintain the balance between these two realms." When the monster shadow realized it couldn't negotiate any longer, it circled the dark locations and fled. It abruptly came to a halt and proceeded to fly fast towards the youngster being shielded by Ancanta. A great halo of light was emitted, keeping the darkness from entering Ancanta's body. An explosion was heard, and the shadow was flung into the boy's body. He slowly rose up in the boy's shape, his countenance terrible, and he sai

“It looks awful.” Shushing Zen, the Shady Merchant checked if the elves were gone before shooing him away with advice, “Don’t make enemies with the elves and be as quiet as possible. They are an ancient race who dislike outsiders, but if you show sincerity, they might have a thing or two to teach you. I have to go now. Come back again when you locate their hideout!” With that, the Shady Merchant jumped from the hanging bridge and disappeared into the canopy. Zen shook his head in confusion and returned to his waiting party with the poorly drawn map, explaining what he had to do.

he whispered. From the shadows emerged a group of creatures that seemed to blend seamlessly with the forest’s gloom. They were tall, with skin that shimmered like the surface of a dark pool. Their eyes, glowing with an eerie light, fixed on us with a predatory focus. These beings, whose features were vaguely elfin but marked by an unsettling malice, were clearly guardians of this forest. One of them, stepping forward with an air of authority, spoke in a voice like rustling leaves, “You carry the Gentian. For what purpose do you seek its power?”

She seemed to be out cold, and his stomach knotted as he thought of how she might react when she woke. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent. He hadn't known it would happen this way, but he was glad she was finally his, even if she didn't know it yet. It would take time, but the darkness would become a part of her, until she was as strong as he was now, a full 'Shadowsouled', as the few of her kind that knew of their existence called them. Her former kind, he corrected, smiling and wrapping his arms tighter around her. He'd grow stronger from his too, much stronger, and some of that power would flow through to his brothers in turn, and their cousins, t

Shadows stretched unnaturally, crawling along the ground, reaching for something they couldn’t name. Then Elara stepped into the center. Her black robes were stitched with forbidden runes, glittering faintly with their own cold hunger. No smile touched her lips. Hunger alone flickered in her eyes. She raised her arms, and her voice cut through the silence like glass: “Korrvak nesh taloum… grahnak velmuirch. Os’hallonn. Drevuuk.”