Shadowrun Elves Novels & Stories

“Over five thousand years ago there were five different races of people with many clans — the elves, dwarves, humans, the vampires, and of course, the shape-shifters. Initially, everyone was friendly towards each other, but slowly greed and ambition crept in and wars started to happen. The vampires and werewolves have been natural allies because of our affinity towards night and the moon. Now you have to realize this. Back then magic and superstition were still prevalent in the world. “ Elizabeth continued. "There was a beautiful Elven princess named Ashlyn from Zaragoza empire who was to wed werewolf prince Dominic from the Silver moon pack.....” “Wait, elves don't exist!” One of the kids

It’s easy to tell them apart from just their features. “You’re not wolf shifters,” I say, shakily. “Who are – What are you?” Balin raises a proud brow, “We are elves. We are the Elves of the Forest of Shadows.”

The dark elves—they thrive on death and destruction, pulling their power from the suffering of others. Mermaids and men are the closest thing to a water elf out there, but I don’t seem to have any gills or a tail, so I don’t think that’s it. Fire elementals harness the fury of life, destroying everything in their wake. Less is known about them than any other subspecies. No, I’d bet I’ve got forest or dark elf blood. Not that I fully know what that means or how it might interact with my werewolf abilities. I swing my feet off the bed. This cell has an actual bed frame, a table, a chair, and even a small window slit. Soft morning light filters through. I drag my bed over to it, trying to get a

They appeared like a snow bandit that was ready for an onslaught. These elves were burly, with visible scars on their faces, and their bodies were covered in a thick fur cloak, holding different kinds of weapons. “Damn. They’re members of the Ayesiks rebels.” Frode raised his bow. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here, a lump of fresh meat!” said the plump elf standing in the middle, with a large, spiked bat. “Let us cross. We’ll share this meat,” Helga said. “Share?” The plump elf looked at his companions, and everyone laughed.

As we pass the magical creatures, Jess looks at the Salynx in confusion. “A Salynx is a mix between a Sable and a Lynx; sometimes it’s more Lynx than Sable but it’s mostly Sable Lynx.”, I explained to her. Continuing walking until we could see Mr. Sapping; Mr. Sapping is a half-breed, dark elves; this can get mixed up with Svartálfar, which is black elves. Many people are wary of dark elves, but since he’s the only one who sells potions, the town isn’t too wary of him.

“And we won’t build walls that keep the world out. We are building a home that proves the Gene isn’t a curse or a cage. If the Ferals want the Mountain, let them come. They think they are the apex of the old world, but they will find that the ‘Shining’ have teeth of their own—and a bite that never, ever lets go.” ​I stood up, the silver fire beginning to trace the veins in my forearms. I wasn't just Elara the refugee anymore. I was the foundation of the Black Mountain, and the mountain was hungry for its first true test.

As time passed these elves became known as grim elves and their brothers in Velas the bright elves. East of Velas was Malfer, a land that stretched from the far south to the far north and was inhabited by a race known as humans. People there were not as tall and beautiful as elves, they did not have powerful weapons of hardened silver or cities that stretched high into the sky, but they had a determination that no other race had. Their homes were modest and small, grouped together for better protection from the beasts lurking around.

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

she murmured, stepping back. More of the newly embodied dead emerged from the ruins, circling Eden and Violet. Their mouths curled open showing their fangs. Hunger gripped each one, pulling them toward the king and bodyguard with impenetrable focus. "They're all blood elves," Eden realized. "He must've turned everyone in Toreva before planting the dead inside." "Their hunger will be insatiable," Violet said, bow drawn and ready. As horror rolled through her, the living dead drew near. Blood smeared their bodies and mouths. There was nothing left of who they used to be. This was the fate Curzon intended for all of the elven kingdoms.