Sunfire Elves Novels & Stories

“The peoples of this world are of no consequence. I must have the spires, and there is one who would stop me.” So, the problem was Peter. Not a big surprise. “What will you do with the spires? Blow things up?” The elf frowned, which took a good thirty seconds. “Such waste is not a good use of their power.” She raised her arm. I drifted backwards to avoid the hand floating up. A finger extended. I looked in the direction she was pointing. Fengarad. The spires were small spikes in the distance, but from them grew towers of light shooting straight up into the sky and beyond. They were thicker and brighter than the vines. Whatever they connected to was very far away.

He said. “I don’t get it, why would they killed an innocent child?” “Adellee, remember the book you read last time? About the Snow wolf? The legend says that after she was killed the Moon got mad and make a promise to the Silver wolf that she will do her best to get her back, but the moment she put her blessings on the Snow wolf, the other Gods get mad. It’s against the law. Snow wolf are just wolf she created, it cannot be reborn. The God of life and Death bestow the Wolf a curse which is to be half vampire too. Being that said, Vampires can now create a pure breed using her when she’s reborn.” Kayden explained.

The elves and fairies, together at last, stood in all their shining glory. Led by Ithel and Zoltan, the elves stood in perfect straight lines in their resplendent armor. If nothing else, their shining helmets would blind the enemy. Silently, the agile creatures awaited orders while staring ever forward. They were the picture of military prowess. Their golden skin against their steel armor made them looked like a shining sea of metal.

The strength of his arm was not comparable to my small and feminine body. The people around looked at us and shook their heads, laughing. As if already used to seeing me crying like a little girl when being told to go home by her mother. Believe it or not, this had become my daily life in this new world. ======================================================== * Haier-Elvian : Mixed of human and elf races. * Esze : The system name of magic that exists in this world. * Viglet : A small wand to extract Esze from the circuits in the body.

Flames erupted from the surrounding rocks, and shadows moved with astonishing speed, like fire soldiers joining the battle, fighting alongside the elves. The earth itself seemed to bend and twist beneath the fiery force above it. Azarukh struck down each elf one by one. Their screams rose in terror, mingling with the sudden bursts of small gunfire whose origins remained unseen, while their blood mingled with the dust, painting the ground with scenes of violence and war unlike anything recorded in history.

I breathe my fire ahead of me, ready to take out every one of these elves. “Bring her down!” an elf says and I recognize thaevoice. King Eldarion. “Daichi! The harpoon is earthen made! See if you can destroy it!” I yell, blowing my fire over the ground. As I fly over the elves, I hear another ‘thunk’. I scream, twisting quickly and feeling the air of the harpoon as it scrapes the tip of my wing. I blow my fire on it before slicing my fire through the air and back down to the ground. I continue blowing my fire, but there are a LOT of elves and they are working together using their earth elements to protect each other.

“ They will…make you their lover…I mean lots of their women will make sure to…use you well. However, they want. Until you… well… ” The elf grins wider. “ Don’t slander us, beautiful girl. We take care of our guests. They don’t die. ” A shudder runs through me as Tyson mutters. “ That’s comforting. ” “ Come on. ” I whisper. “ We have to get out of here. ” I wait for the door to burst open—for our friends to come crashing through. They should have been here by now, with Striker Skolfodr in the lead. Because the only thing that scares the Elves is fire.

Thoughts of his lips on mine played in my head and I wondered how it would feel if it was his mouth caressing my body instead of the sun. Even though they were traitorous thoughts I couldn't chase them away. Those ideas made me grit my teeth at the agony of wanting him despite who he was. Arrogant, cruel, killer of my people. He was what war had created him to be. When the Rift had separated the elves into two conflicting races war had been born. Sun elves became Mithrans and Shadow elves became Thanatens. Historians taught that even the continents had taken on aspects of sun and shadow and ever since we'd been warring races. Fighting because we were different and wanted to wipe the other ou

Blood flooded the mighty elven cities once again. After years of fighting the sun-soaked elves prevailed and banished their brethren to the land of Sogorim, north of Velas. Sogorim was known at that time as the grim land, the land of eternal night, because the frozen sun did not reach there anymore. As time passed these elves became known as grim elves and their brothers in Velas the bright elves.

With that, the pair's night comes to an end. The next day the sun leered upon the kingdom of the Jakalorn and the surrounding villages that inhabit the king's realm. The sun is extra hot today, the temperature is usually thick with its heat. The first day of summer is always like this. The hottest and brightest star in the sky makes its presence known among the people that dwell on the surface of the planet along with those that are in Sky World. Among a trail that leads into the forest of the Wild Lands is a caravan made from the same material as the castle, dark obsidian. There is a front cart that leads the train-like vehicle. This car consists of a few soldiers of Malakai's army. Four t