Slave Elf Novels & Stories

Olivia said, her expression solemn. "Curzon used high elves and blood elves for his twisted army. It was terrifying to think we could be next," Hestia added. "Promise us—at the place where Curzon started all this—that you won't touch his death magic ever again." Violet reached up for Hestia's hand and Olivia reached her own out so all three were connected. "I swear it." Eden put his arm around Violet. "I swear it, too. The dead will never be disturbed again."

Drake said, his tone shifting to one of serious reflection. “Bring it on,” I shouted, my voice full of confidence and He laughed at my enthusiasm. In a sudden shift, Drake’s expression hardened, and he said seriously, “Watch out, everyone!!!” Hmmm, this story is about a certain slave werewolf named Daisy. A story that has ended, but life never truly ends until one dies. If the future chooses to reveal itself to us, we will navigate it as SLAVE FURY rather than SLAVE BY BIRTH. But if not, we will simply have to keep longing for it until we grow old and cross the bar. The End

Venus slowly repeated, trying to grasp her mind around what she was seeing and hearing. The kingdom of Everglade was north to the kingdom of Salazar. It was also the home of the Elf race. While they worshipped nearly the same gods as here, the elves were also known to worship their own made gods. They were also known for their perfect if not near craftsman ship, pale blonde hair, and swift movements during fighting and dancing.

The blue light that just appeared was immediately captured by a mysterious force and disappeared. A middle-aged man was enjoying the special service of several pointed-eared beauties with his eyes closed in a luxurious room. The pointed-eared beauties were stunning. Except for their pointed ears, they were almost indistinguishable from humans. However, they were much more beautiful than human females. Any one of them were comparable to the most beautiful human female. They were the Elves, one of the many races in the universe. The Elves were a very famous race in level 9 civilization Leila.

They were all dark-skinned, got long pointy ears, had azure eyes and were long-haired. The elf who stood before Amethyst said, "I am Dareille Glassyne." He, then, gestured at the others, "...they're my brothers in arms. Roelle, Ebyian, Dreazar and Cyan." "I'm Amethyst Elan, a Healer Elf and Luveas is my life companion." Amethyst introduced herself. "We've never heard of an elf and a vampire pairing before..." Dareille said after the introduction. "Neither do I," responded Amethyst. "Let today be the day of when you heard of the first odd pairing."

or worse, her servant. The girl and the boy stopped in front of a large building, with letters floating magically, shining in warm hues: "The sanctuary of mystical and non-mystical creatures." A small creature like a little boy of four, with big ears and nose, wrinkled, chubby, introduced himself to the two: "Hello, Mr. Alexander. Good morning, Miss, I'm Vajnijiu. I'm a stone elf." "I'm Elizabeth Edwards. I came here…" "I know very well who you are, Miss. I also met your parents, and their parents ... and those before them," said the little elf.

Currently, outside of the swampland north of Elderwood Village, an elf can be seen traveling westward. Just like all elves, this one looked quite handsome but if one was to take a closer look at him they would realize that this elf was currently pale as a ghost. Naturally, this elf was Hidden Bow, the only surviving member of the party that Kirou recently decimated.

“But before I give you the dusts, I want to know the name of your friend.” “His name is Finrod, your Majesty.” “Finrod? The elf Prince of Skeifaiah?” Ellaine kept quiet. How can she answer if she didn’t know it herself? Finrod refused her presence in the first place while Margarette.. Well, she always promised to tell her everything yet.. Never mind. “Very well, my child, I’ll give you what you need for the elf Prince. Lenriad can’t afford to let a great warrior like him to die in such a way.”

The short elf smirked at her when their eyes met. “Who are you?” Malaika averted her mind from the bubble, and it immediately broke. The moose fell on the snowy ground. One lanky elf emerged from behind. He had long golden hair, and his skin was fair. He wore a black fur coat while holding a dagger in one hand, and he had a scar near his monolid eyes. “The Escape who defrosts the Lake Fryst. We met at last!” said the lanky elf. “Fashi…” Frode clenched his fist.

Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior. We are in Quilluet Pack, the strongest, biggest, and oldest pack in the world. There are about 12.000 werewolves living in Quilluet's teritory. There are so many strong warriors from this pack, including our Alpha, Alpha Eaton Flynn. He is known as the strongest alpha in the world now. He took over this pack when he was only 16 years old. He is very attractive too......well at least that's what i heard.