Slave Elf Novels & Stories

Ties were tied around foreheads, heels were kicked into a corner, and the air was thick with the kind of laughter that only happens when the boss isn't around. ​"She’s here!" Sarah shrieked over the remix of a Dua Lipa track, waving a red solo cup in the air. She looked like she was three drinks ahead of the room. "The Queen of Velez has entered the building!" ​I was immediately swarmed. Vince and a few of the other editors I used to work with huddled around, handing me a cold bottle of beer. ​"Is it true Mateo Velez has a literal gold-plated espresso machine?" Vince asked, leaning in as if I were a double agent returning from a deep-cover mission.

Dexter**** “ none other than your mother in law Bitch, she was popping that dusty P**** on a longgg c*** last night at her job. The janitor apparently only snitched after she turned him down to slob on his banana….. he went and told all the workers that were present that night and word got back to the boss man. He didn’t even have the conversation about terminating her employment, he sent her a text to not bother cleaning the desk just take it with her and don’t bother showing up tomorrow or In the next lifetime.”

Like it’s recognizing an old neighbor it never expected to see again. I swallow and step forward, careful, respectful. “You’re… part of Midnight.” I am Midnight, the Sleeper corrects mildly. Or at least the bit that naps under the furniture. Blake chokes on a laugh. “I knew this place had a basement monster.” The Sleeper hums thoughtfully. I like him. He’s crunchy. “Please don’t eat my pack,” Ethan mutters. No promises, the Sleeper replies cheerfully. But I usually ask first.

Every day, she would tell Elwin that the female elves all harbored evil intentions. Once Elwin became tired of hearing about it, he decided to simply give her a wide berth. His attitude directly affected the other half-elves. Slowly, even the ones who delivered daily necessities to her stopped coming by. She frequently went without food to eat or clothes to wear, and she felt suffocated by the reality of her living situation. Then, she heard that a certain wolf tribe's Highlord had conceived a silver wolf pup with a human partner. The entire tribe was in the middle of sending out invitations and preparing a banquet to celebrate the young wolf.

Elias smiled and said: “Sorry guys, I went a bit fast!” The boy looked up at his master respectfully: "Yes, I keep up with you, prince." Lily glanced at the boy and said, “My son is not. You slow down for me.” "Okay, okay, I'll go slow and wait for you two." Elias was born with a magical power, so even if he walked slowly, it was equal to other people following him. Lily gasped: "I'm not going, you two go first, I'll be back later."

Tyce chimed in. "I'm afraid not," Sybil replied. "It's been ten moon cycles now. Ten is the number of rebirth. If her wolf did not come back, she is too far gone and there is nothing we can do. I'd hoped otherwise, but continuing to try would be theft on my part. I even checked her wolf's location in the death realm, and she was so close, practically through the veil. If she couldn't step through when she was so close, well, pardon my phrasing, but it's much like beating a dead wolf to keep trying."

The rumor arrived before the messenger. It slipped into Frostveil on the backs of traders and wandering wolves, quiet at first, almost harmless. A powerful she-wolf. No title. No banner. A child who calmed grown wolves with a look. A land that did not bend when Alphas pressed against its borders. Elara heard the whispers as she passed through the lower paths, Mira balanced easily on her hip. “That’s her,” someone murmured. “She doesn’t wear a mark.”

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

The system suggests that you postpone it until a suitable reward has been coordinated. "Eh, why? I mean… doesn't that, Ah, whatever!" I signed myself in a fatalistic resignation since it is something I had no control over… besides the reward will still come anyway. Honestly I was really disappointed, although I guess a part of me already anticipated it. Name: Eleceed (Azriel Iliac) - Adamas Race Title/s: The One Born From Adam | The First Born | The Combat Genius | The Reaper

My name is Kyla Adams, and this is my story of how I met my boyfriend through a series of mini-dates that took place in the elevator on the way up to my office. The game was sort of a mix of already existing dating shows. Think "The Bachelor" mixed with "Love is Blind" mixed with speed dating. That's right- the game is called "eleDATE," and it isn't a reality show. It's my real experience that I documented immediately after every "date." Buckle in, and see if you can guess which "bachelor" stole my heart. ********** I stole a glance at the vibrant purple clock sitting on my desk. "4:00," it read.