Shadowrun Elves Novels & Stories

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.

Layered. Shadow-walkers crouched along the ridgelines, unseen unless you knew where to look. Ward-stakes had been driven deep into the earth in a wide circle, forming a containment field disguised beneath natural terrain. Dark Elf units blended into the edges of the battlefield, their presence more absence than form. And at the center— Raven. *** “You’re very exposed,” Veyrin’s voice murmured from somewhere to her left. *** “I’m supposed to be,” Raven replied.

He began to sit up slowly so he could turn and face Alysin. “I am an Elfre. We must return the gifts given to us with gifts of our own. It is our purpose.” Samnom focused harder and studied the girl’s face. Her ears were pointed like an Elf’s. Elfre were part of the Elf family but they had a distinct purpose. That was to give in return for being given a gift. They were loners and few people knew much about them. After giving their gifts their spirit was freed from the world and they moved on into another dimension.

he said, rubbing his arms. “Fine, but you get in my car,” I said firmly, wondering if I could even trust this dude. We got in the car and I blasted the heat. “All right so … what are you talking about,” I demanded. “Ever heard of ‘Sun Stroke’ I wonder," he said with a wicked grin, proud of himself. “Wha--what … what do you know about it,” I said in a whisper. Sun Stroke was one of the world’s most notorious hacker networks, completely elusive to law enforcement for years, and treated as a cult like religion or god to those who wanted to be part of it.

She said that Elves actually only have two main advantages over humans, namely their longevity and their sensitivity to energy. Mana, energy from earth and nature, and Aura, energy from living beings. Elves could feel every energy clearly, and even many could see them directly with their naked eyes. Because of that, the Dark Elves of the Western Continent became a reclusive clan that was famous for their magic, while the Elves of the great forest of the Euclase Continent became a reclusive clan that was famous for their Aura manipulation. However, because of their long lifespan, and their love for nature and pure energy itself, they refused to meddle in the affairs of other beings.

“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.