Skylanders Elves Novels & Stories

"The group was a collection of mercenaries, humans, elves, and other creatures of the far realms, armed for battle. How they got here, I don't know. Those in the village locked themselves in their homes, too terrified to come out until they moved on." Horsemaster Taron leaned on the table, "Are they still in your village? Did you see their leader?" Shandalar asked for water, which was immediately provided. After gulping several cups of refreshing liquid, he was able to continue. "As soon as they left, I rode here. I did get a good look at the Elf who seemed in charge. This leader was a noble elflord who was wearing long dark robes with the royal mark. He demanded food in the middle of the ni

“How do you know that we are not a threat to you? If, as you say, werewolves are protectors, then surely vampires should not have gone undetected on your radar.” Skye swallowed thickly. I squeezed his hand. “We know what signs to look for. But we didn’t know about Light and Dark Vampires – that vampires can be good – so we never would have noticed the Sunstone Clan and your activities. But I did smell Kathrena when I met her at school, so had I not met Ellis first that would have tipped me off.” “And what about Ellis?” Ezrand asked. His tone was kept carefully flat, but his eyes were alight. I thought that he already knew the answer; he wanted to help Skye out.

It was tall, its limbs elongated and elegant, draped in a cloak of shifting obsidian scales. "Vessel," the voice sang, a Dissonant Harmony (a sound that is both melodic and disturbing) that vibrated in her teeth. "Why do you hide in the weeds? The Scavenger does not want your blood. It wants the Key. It wants the Architectural Blueprint to rebuild what you deleted." "I’ll never give it to you," Elara thought, her mind screaming against the intrusion. The shadow moved closer. The obsidian scales parted, revealing a face beneath—a face she knew.

Jin struck another down with a calculated punch, while Lyn used his brute strength to shove one against the wall. "No, wait!" I shouted, temporarily freezing both the elves and the alphas. Ancient texts had spoken of the ice elemental elves, ethereal beings of frost and wind, guardians of the sacred ice crystals. They were not easily swayed by words, but I had to try. “ What are you doing?” Jin snarled impatiently. “Let me try something.” I countered. “Do you have any idea how—” “Let her do what she feels is right to do, Jin. I don’t know s out you but I’m fucking exhausted from all this fighting.” Soren stated.

Z implanted a chip to their body so that he can have a total control over those creatures. Meanwhile in the sky kingdom, Kris, Adam and the elder elf were preparing themselves for the coming war. The rest were still not feeling well. Adam and Pegasus were getting well as partners. “I am glad I have you buddy, I cannot fly you know”, Adam said. “I am glad that my presence is needed”, said Pegasus. “Of course! my friend”, replied Adam. The elder elf came towards Adolfo and talk to him. “Hey”, said the elder elf.

Turning my attention back to the corpse, I gestured toward the far end of the room. Elias stepped out of the shadows. He was an old, weathered wolf who walked with a severe limp. He did not fight on the front lines. Elias studied ancient lore, dark artifacts, and the history of pack enemies. He approached the metal slab, pulling a pair of thick leather gloves over his wrinkled hands. “Tell me what this is,” I ordered. Elias traced a finger over the strange, dark veins pulsing beneath the dead warlock's skin.

But the front reception desk is completely empty. I tap my fingers against the marble counter. A moment later, a tall figure walks briskly out of a back room, her face set in an expression of absolute, freezing indifference. An Elf Awakener. The Elf race is a massive faction in mythology, and the girl walking toward us is undeniably a Dark Elf. Her skin is a flawless, intoxicating shade of deep, silky obsidian. Her long hair is the color of midnight, and delicate, dark-silver cuffs trace the elegant, pointed tips of her ears.

" Collins angrily speaks. He shoots flame from his hands. An Elve stretches his arms as he blocks the flame with ice. "You and Hilligard have done too much evil disgracing the name of Elves. We shall be your opponent" A slim Elve speaks. He has yellow straight hair and blue eyes. He has tribal tattoos all over his body. The tattoos glow and turn in several flying blades. "Chen, you are going to die for standing in my way." Collins lifts his hand however the flying blades began to fly like little flies around him. Collins had no choice but to stand defending himself. Ten Elve slam their hands on the floor. Earth magic erupts from the ground. It creeps around Colin's leg. Collins

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

Grigo cleared the air, “What my beautiful wife is trying to say, little girl, is we are not like ordinary humans,” Madchen stiffened in her chair, she felt Drago squeeze her hand. Looking up at him, she noticed a worried expression form on his face, or was it expectation? She really wasn’t sure what was about to happen. “Don’t tell me you are werewolves,” she tried to joke, but faltered when she realized no one thought her comment to be funny. “Not quite,” Marcu chimed in. Angel was at his side now, her blue eyes glistening like diamonds in the morning sun.