Slave Elf Novels & Stories

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

In their way to DRADIA our heroes passed by NOCTALIA the city of dark elves. The dark elves also known by the elk riders, AHMET decided to pass there to buy a rides for the group he buys elks for them and they passed the night in the hotel. At night AHMET heard something moving he light a candle and he saw his backpack moves he opened it was the egg. After been merged with the feather the egg now is ready to hatch, he took the egg and he put it beside him and he fall asleep.

There was something Mysterious and Dangerous about him. . He carries himself like the perfect gentlemen and with respect for others. Novella thought he might be lost because, he looks like a child but in fact, he is a high elf that lives for a long time. '' You must be Novella? my name is Zeze and I am a high elf."Zeze said, ''I thought the high elf die along time ago," Novella said, '' No, all of us," Zeze said. '' Well, what can I do for you "Novella said,

"Oh?" said the elf. I stood, and dropped my trousers, revealing my erection. "Oh!" she said. I lay on my back. "Your turn to move a bit." I suggested. She hesitated only a moment. Then Fhaernala sat astride me, held me with her fingers, and sank down on my shaft. - "Ahh ..." said someone. I think it was me. She rode me slowly, patiently, seeking her own pleasure. She ground herself against me. Then Fhaernala placed her delicate hands on my chest, and began to slide her hips back and forth. She closed her eyes. Fhaernala came again, grinding, and sagged down onto my chest. I gently rolled her over, and entered her from behind as she lay on her side. It wasn't long before I pulled o

Get the elf to contact your coven now, and you’re free as a bird if you'll tell me where my mate is. “See?” She ground her teeth, knowing she was between a rock and a hard place. Of course, a voice whispered in the back of her head. It wasn’t the first time. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time today. And with her luck, it wouldn’t be the last. "Christ." She turned her attention to the wary elf. "Hmp, elf, I need a favour." "My name is Elfy, milady!" "Woah! Really? That's ridiculous."

The sound of his flesh making contact with the door rings through the house but the one who hears it is someone that he does not suspect. A little dark elf answers the door. She has pure snow-white hair and even pure white eyes. She looks up and notices that it’s the king. She points her finger at him. “Hey! You are special king elf!” Quickly, she bows out of respect. Then she hears a voice the rumbles within the living room of the cottage. “Hey, Mina. Why do you go play at your aunt’s house.” The strong female voice rises through the space. “Okay mommy!” The little elf rushes through th trio in front of her and begins to go the house across the street. Once she is gone, the elf that owns th

Elara suddenly revealed to not just my surprise, but Kaela's as well. “You do?” Kaela asked, just to confirm we heard her right. “Yes. He's an old friend of mine and one of Alpha Sage's best spies. I can reach him without Alpha Sage finding out.” Elara's words brought me great relief, but still, I was going to brace myself for Flynn, because he needed to pay.

Beside her, a group of little servant elves stood at attention, their wide eyes following every flick of her finger on the screen, ready with suggestions and insights as she considered the soul-host options for her test. Maria’s long, claw-like nail tapped idly on the screen as she scrolled down the list, a frown crossing her delicate features with every option she read. The elves crossed their little arms sharing either an 'awe' or an 'Ugh' accordingly. "First one," one of the elves piped up, its voice high-pitched and eager, “This is the best one, Maria. It's the daughter of the richest man alive! Wealth, luxury, and a life of unimaginable comfort, all yours to command!”

she smiled. After dinner, the three elves went back to the Archives. It was well past midnight by then, and there was a ghostly silence. Lady Saelther took a seat on one of her reading chairs. "Nimuel, search the shelves for The Magic of the Mortals. It should be on your left. Aelanor, your mother sent me a message saying that the Shaman had returned, and he prophesized some dire event. I need you to write down everything he said, everything you remember."

I ask with furrowed brows. "We do, Alpha. We do owe you an apology. When Alpha Elijzh demanded that we give you up or live in slavery, we didn't even think twice. We were rude and inconsiderate. We didn't act like leaders and we are sorry" "This apology now won't change anything, will it?" "No it won't"