Shadowrun Elves Novels & Stories

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.

"What of Lord Elaric's personal motivations? Can we be certain he'll react as predicted when he encounters the true situation in the eastern kingdoms?" "Shadow magic users are inherently possessive," Caine observed. "His transformation into a tactical tyrant hasn't diminished his obsession with the girl—it's merely given him the resources to pursue her more effectively. When he discovers the political forces arrayed against her, his protective instincts will override any strategic considerations."

There are Elves, Dwarves, Tribals, Werewolves, Lighting wolves and of course most of them are humans. Trang trang.. Several times the sniper ammunition hit the target, no gunshots were heard due to the presence of a suppressor or silencer. Wull is seen teaching the Elves and Tribal tribes how to use snipers. Their initial weapons were arrows and chopsticks, so aiming at opponents wasn't much different. They only need adjustments to the shape and weight of the weapon. The addition of several features by Jade makes the sniper easier to use and also increases the power of the attack.

Eluna said. And every attacker halted. “Eluna?” Elara whispered. Eluna tilted her head. “She’s not here right now.” Lerder stepped between them. “Who’s speaking?” Eluna smiled. “You left me. I made friends.” And then the ground cracked. From the rupture came hands—twisted, black, bone-slick. Creatures crawled out of the earth, their mouths filled with teeth and whispers. The Shadow Cult’s secret weapons—wretches twisted from broken shifters and failed rituals.

She loves to play chase, it didn’t matter if I was chasing her or she was chasing me. Where werewolves are strong, elves are fast. We’re not quite as fast as vampires, but we’re more of a mix of the two. Elves have strength and speed, but less than either the werewolves or vampires. However, I never let Hera know that I could easily outrun her. I’d give her a good chase, the wolf in her always loved that, but in the end, I’d either let her catch me or I’d let her get away, depending on who was chasing whom.

I was wide-eyed and hanging on to every word my father said. "Bois de Frene is French for Ashwood. It was changed to hide our linage in the US. As you know, we are not the only supernatural beings in this world, but we blend in with humans the easiest since we don't feed off them, and besides being generally more attractive and larger, we can blend in. The elves of the old country are remarkably close to werewolves and live together, especially the Bois de Frene pack. Elves live an exceptionally long time and have divine connections. They knew the pack would split and even told Raphael to go to the US."

“This path is perilous, Elara. The Ironfangs are not the only danger. Human hunters roam these lands, their traps and their silvered blades a constant threat.” Elara nodded, her gaze distant. She knew the stories. Hunters, known as ‘Shade Stalkers,’ who hunted supernatural creatures for sport, for profit, or simply out of fear. They were cunning, ruthless, and often employed technologies and tactics that even the most powerful werewolves struggled to counter. The thought of them, of their cruel efficiency, sent a shiver down her spine. “We must be more cautious,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “We cannot afford to be caught unawares.”

She loves to play chase, it didn’t matter if I was chasing her or she was chasing me. Where werewolves are strong, elves are fast. We’re not quite as fast as vampires, but we’re more of a mix of the two. Elves have strength and speed, but less than either the werewolves or vampires. However, I never let Hera know that I could easily outrun her. I’d give her a good chase, the wolf in her always loved that, but in the end, I’d either let her catch me or I’d let her get away, depending on who was chasing whom.

Eliane screams her anger, sending another blast of fire at the elves who are trying to bury their hatchlings alive. I look around, seeing that the elves are doing the same to the wolves and shifters. They are creating trenches in the earth then trying to bury them alive while the wolves and shifters frantically try to claw their way out. I send a blast of fire toward the elves who are digging trenches, giving the shifters a chance to get out. As soon as they’re free of the trench, they begin attack the elves. “Give them to Cal’s kids,” I shout above the noise, watching as Shiv, an eagle shifter, begins scratching at an elf just before his mate, Bajaro, drags him toward the dragons and tosses