Skylanders Elves Novels & Stories

A year later, I was put in the ring. He breathes a little easily now. Like he's gotten something off his chest. 'It must have been awful,' I prod on, cringing a bit inwards at my wicked curiosity. 'It was more than that. I didn't have the magic our fellow elves were forced to harness, so all I depended on was luck and some godly grace and my quick reflexes. And the thought that if I didn't make it out of that place, Luisa would be alone in the world. Worse, she could be broken.' 'Broken?' 'It's what happens to elves if they cannot channel iden well enough. They become deranged, utterly mad with power, and a mage puts them down, like a rabid dog. It's...it's horrible.' I'm struggling to proce

"Yes, look, everyone, the king of the werewolves and the king of the vampires shake hands, finally ending this hateful war. In their hands now lies the path to peace. In their hands is the freedom of all hybrids. Long live King Aethelwulf King and Vlad Blood. Long live princes Julius King and Romeo Blood. Long live the newest heir, Richard Blood-King. Glory to the Moon Goddess, the three gods, and the Goddess Gaia and her consort.” Skyler was confused. “Sky, Skyker, listen to me.” – the voice continues. – I know your head is empty, but it’s time to wake up and go home. The products that took you to this place were only used in dreams. Stretch your hand.” Instinctively, Skyler obeys, and the

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

"The Elf Clan wants nothing from the world. As energy entities, we don't need to be tied to any specific location with rich resources. "Fighting us would exhaust one's power, and even if you won, you wouldn't stand to gain anything. Who would be stupid enough to invade us? It's not worth the trouble." Olivia smiled as she stepped inside. Chase thought this was a good reason, and he entered the door with everyone else. When they entered the door, what they saw was nothing like they imagined. They saw a starry sky and numerous planets that looked like snow globes. They could see different terrains in every one of them.

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.

He towered above me like a dark mountain with bright red eyes that shone like the stars in the sky. "I want them both dead!" I heard Bazaar yell. Several werewolves protectors and hunters encircled us ready to attack. The blood-eyed werewolf howled and I saw them scattered about like dead leaves by the powerful sound that came from his mouth. My face grimaced in pain at the sound, it was too strong for my ears. My ears felt like they were bleeding. My hand pressed hard against both ears trying to block out the dangerous and deafening sound. "You both will not leave this wall alive," Bazaar and more of his guards aimed their weapons shooting wolfbanes arrows at us.

Lola’s pov, “You guys can’t really believe this bullshit?” Dante asked the rest. Idalia looked at the screen dreamy, “I don’t know I always hoped that magic existed.” Elias replied, “I don’t know or I believe it, but I am always in for an adventure, especially one where I get to travel and get a million dollars as a reward.”

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

Zelda flew towards Eli. "These vampires we will kill them." Zelda spoke up. Eli nodded. A white wolf appears next to Zelda and Eli. "You two are Sharmaine and Augustus's children, aren't you?" "Yes." Zelda replies. "I'm Osmund, your parents' friend." "Yes, I've heard of it." Zelda seriously. Edsel also appeared, he went to Osmund. "What do you werewolves want here?" "We want to cancel the formula for creating vampire super-soldiers, the world will be out of balance."

Finn hisses. Marcus raises his hand, and for a moment, everything is still. Then he drops it, and hell breaks loose. Lysandra's vampires crash into the western perimeter like a pale wave. The possessed wolves guarding it never stood a chance. Blood sprays. Bodies fall. The vampires push deeper with brutal efficiency. Theron's elves attack from the east with magic instead of force. Barriers spring up, trapping possessed warriors. Vines erupt from the ground, entangling corrupted creatures. Elven war songs fill the air, beautiful and deadly.