Sunfire Elves Novels & Stories

"This is bad, Rudeus and his team sprinted. They swiftly grab Allan, Stephan and ran towards Maria, and Betty's mother. Rudeus created a purple barrier and Hilligard eyes widen as he sees a purple Ray blast scorching the buildings, Hilligard and Summoned one to Ash. In a matter of minutes. The Elves kingdom is engulfed in a sea of flames. The Vondor blast several ray blasts obliterating a large portion of the kingdom into Ash.

The sky above the Sea of Salt did not just brighten; it ceased to be a sky and became a solid sheet of incinerating force. When the Sun-Forge at Solaria discharged its secondary beam—the "Scrubbing-Light"—the atmosphere itself seemed to scream. The nitrogen in the air ignited, creating a corridor of violet-white plasma that raced toward the stalled engine of Aethelgard.

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

“Those horrible animals have been wreaking havoc on Ridgewood for days. Families were ripped apart in front of me. I feel incapable. I'm not sure of what to do.” Kieran's jaw tensed. “It is the same in Shadowfang. My pack members keep dying from the attacks. Elders, young children, and even warriors were attacked. Selene, we need to find a solution.” Selene looked away, facing the window. Her chest tightened in fear. She was wrong in thinking that Vulcan was the price for peace. “I think I know someone who may have a solution.” “Who?” The three men chorused. Selene turned to Ethan. “Get Lance, tell him it's urgent.”

They were watching me, like I was some kind of salvation or sacrificial lamb. And somehow, I was in their lair. From the knowledge drilled into me by the old man from the temple years ago, Elves were divided into two parts. The Dark Elves and the Light Elves. Vampires aren't just the sworn enemies of werewolves, Dark Elves also made it into the list and are always ready to start wars with the werewolves and lycans at every little inconvenience. Dark Elves were cold, angry, cruel and derived their high from killing. Light Elves, on the other hand, are arrogant but on the neutral side. They'd rather be left alone and are in alliance with any faction. Their only sworn enemies are the Dark Elves

Tears blurred everything as flames lit the sky. She screamed. Then...silence. Just like that, she was gone. My family, gone. I clenched my fists until blood dripped from my palms. “Kyra, I know it’s hard,” Laura whispered. “But we have to go. If we die here, so does our revenge. We survive. Or it’s over.” She was right. I was the last of the Flameborne. I would not let them snuff me out. Not tonight. We ran through the woods, feet pounding against the earth. My lungs burned. The vervain was still in me, I could feel it. But I didn’t stop.

she said, and I nodded. "But we must be thankful, because they were helpful in many ways," I said, and she nodded. "What will happen with the dark elves?" she asked while we walked towards the guest wing. "Well it depends. The dark elves respond to their creators... and when their creators die, they will vanish into ashes..." I said, and she nodded. "And what about the ones that were not created but born?" Stormee was worried about the children. "They will feel something ripping off them, and then they will be able to feel the light," I said and she smiled.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

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