Sunfire Elves Novels & Stories

Together, they directed the fairies to weave protective enchantments and direct healing where it was most needed. On the left flank, Frejal, with his chest bare and head held high, led a diverse contingent of centaurs and elves. The centaurs’ powerful legs churned the earth, their bows drawn and ready, while the elves, led by Sienna and Zeina, murmured incantations, strengthening the magic already protecting their allies. Their hands glowed with a verdant light, casting spells that reinforced the warriors' defenses against the fiery onslaught of the Viedagrons. To the right, the dwarves adjusted their grip on their assortment of lethal blades, their faces set in grim determination. Their com

She breathed, moving slowly, almost wishing for the time to freeze so that she could be in that moment forever. “But they are not normal Elves, are they?” Megan asked curiously, noticing that something was up. There was a mark the shape of a crescent moon present on each of their foreheads. Rhode laughed and stared down at her with a fond smile, before leaning down to softly pat her head, and Megan's eyes narrowed at the action even as butterflies erupted in her belly. “You are quite correct there my brilliant queen. They are not just Elves. They are a species called the Wyldes. They are made of moon and magic.” He explained.

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."

He said. Hail, Sybb, Laggas and Reyan understood while Mhir is still bewildered. “What do you mean?” Mhir asked. Loheiruchel helplessly smiled. “I mean, the elves might have wanted to escape from the mother tree’s control.” He answered. Mhir’s eyes widened in shock. “The elves, who love the sunlight so much, would sacrifice the sunlight just to hide here.” Loheiruchel continued. “This means that they deeply feared the mother tree, especially the mother tree tracking them.” He said.

For a moment, the only sound was the crackling fire consuming the forests around them. “We don’t have time for this,” Caelum finally said. “Solis has shown himself. That means war is coming—not just between light and shadow, but sun and moon.” --- Scene Five: Solis’s Manifestation Above them, the rift in the sky widened. From within, a golden hand reached through—a clawed, fiery appendage larger than a mountain. The air shimmered, distorting with heat waves. Wolves fell to their bellies in terror. “The Sun God! He’s coming!” one cried.

“A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.” “Is that even possible?” “The greatest sin requires the greatest punishment. You can see it is true with every man at the village; they cannot use magic because, even if just a little, their mana is tainted.” It makes sense now. The way every male elf treats me here, why they never talk to us and why they stay at the outermost part of the village. They are considered lesser, tainted beings and even lower than them, are the fallen elves and the beast, as they call every ot

I breathed. “The Dark Elves’ mountains,” Rivyn replied grimly. “The Elves are cousins to the Fae,” he said quietly as he encouraged Coryfe to move forwards. The horse did not like the location, reacting to the sulphur smell of the soil, and communicated his dislike through his movement, each step reluctant as if he anticipated the ground would disappear before him.

Shadows stretched unnaturally, crawling along the ground, reaching for something they couldn’t name. Then Elara stepped into the center. Her black robes were stitched with forbidden runes, glittering faintly with their own cold hunger. No smile touched her lips. Hunger alone flickered in her eyes. She raised her arms, and her voice cut through the silence like glass: “Korrvak nesh taloum… grahnak velmuirch. Os’hallonn. Drevuuk.”

Something is going on between those two, and I am adamant to find out. King Aelfred stood up. “Well, I brought my warriors. We, the elves, have a special blessing in our blood; although they look well-built, they are 10 times stronger than what meets the eye. They are excellent in one-on-one combat and trained to work in groups, so when they get together, they are a force to be reckoned with. My people brought impenetrable special armor, and we took as many of them as possible to have your people wear them. Also, I brought along my archer squad; their blessed arrows never miss the target, and they are poisoned to kill in an instant.”

“When I killed the giant arachnid, it was pregnant, and it’s young spilled from it in thousands. I was able to use a fire spell to destroy them. I am hoping that it might be their weakness. Fire, or light. The Elves said that they had an aversion to flames.” “Yes, that is what a survivor told us. She was carrying a lantern, and when they surged at her, she dropped it, causing a fire to start. It drove them away,” he was on the verge of sleep, his voice heavy and his body relaxed over me. “Since then we have used torches, and it seems to be effective.”