Taken By The Dark Elf King Novels & Stories

Snapping my head around, I see Thalan, the Elf King, standing there with a serene look on his face as he holds closed the wounds on his belly from where I attacked him earlier. "Let me try another way," he requests as he looks around. "I think there has been enough blood shed for one day." Looking down, I see my princess nod her approval and so permit Thalan to try. Stepping out of his way, I watch as he places a hand on the young drake's forehead, his hand glowing as it had before when he tried to keep me from saving my mate. The young drake's eyes glow a bright blue for a moment and then as I watch, his body stills until even his breathing is barely perceivable.

King by day, villain by night. The thought made me smile. At the far end of the hall, the Dark Elf King paced like a caged predator. His long cloak swept behind him with every step, dark as spilled ink. His hair, white as frost, caught the torchlight in a way that made him look carved from the moon itself. His presence filled the room even more than his guards did. I didn't like mixing myself in matters relating to race. I often am caught on the shortest end of the stick among my pears. As I was a trafficker and abused and they graciously retold.

I fed off the lust from my partners doing it with each other and even more when it was my own lust. "My king." An officer said behind me. I turned around to look at him and nodded for him to continue. He hesitated. "My king, a private word please." He said next. I looked at my human next to me who was looking ahead but I knew she was listening in. With a sigh, I directed Asta to the side to speak with my officer. "It's the envy realm, my king. Now that it officially has been announced that king Leviathan has died, the realm has been under attack. The dark ones are declaring a war."

My eyes burned with a light I could feel but not see, and the dark elf's silver gaze locked onto it with dawning recognition. Terror flooded her face. “In the lower chamber.” She choked the words out around the pressure on her throat. “But the mating preparations are almost finished. You've already lost, you know. Your king belongs—” I stepped closer. The shadows constricted. The elf's sentence died in a gurgle. I smiled. It wasn't a kind smile.

Reive was carrying me towards him. “Let me go,” I forced myself to speak, noticing what a hoarse and unconfident voice I had. “I don’t think so,” the necromancer answered darkly, taking a few more steps toward the beast. The Twilight was thickening around him. And I was in this dark haze too. In the black fog of death. Nevertheless, however terrible things were, I couldn’t help feeling good in his arms. A crazy irrational feeling. The feeling that right here and now I was in the safest place in the world – encircled in the arms of the Undead King.

He has spent two years learning dark magic, but he is not still a fraction of what I am! “Kill him!” Melody roars. I slip from the altar unseen while Kaiser laughs over Alonso. I grab a knife from the altar that he wanted to use for rituals "Looking for me?" I call, and Kaiser turns around, eyes wide with shock. He thought he had me. "Impossible," he says. "I didn't take away the control spell." "My wolf has been fighting you since you took me," I say, feeling Melody's power surging through me. "When you stabbed my mate, you stabbed me!"

The next thing I noticed was Xavier holding the driver by his neck, choking him to death. I think I saw the king's eyes change to red with something like fire in the middle. I rushed and opened the car door immediately and stepped out running towards Eda. People that were present stood and did nothing to stop the king except the king's right-hand man who came and was pleading with the king to let go of the poor man "You would treat her, the same way you treat me" Xavier growled "Yes my king!" the driver said in a terrifying voice. Xavier looks terror-stricken right now like he is ready to kill anyone who stands in his way

She was fueled by her determination. “My Queen,” I scraped my throat and corrected myself, “mother.” The sound that left my lips was strangled and not much like myself. It was still a concept that I didn’t quite grasp. Her eyes shot up to me in realization that I knew, before I asked what had happened to her. “How?” “They took me with them,” she managed through her chapped lips. “Who?” I asked. “The Dark Elves.” She continued after taking a sip of the lukewarm Yarrow tea that Rune had made for her, the herb was beneficial for her wounds and helped with the pain her body was in. “To the Frozen Kingdom.”

Behind me, Kaden’s hand found mine. Kael moved closer, solid and burning at my side. Darius raised his blade. The hall held its breath. And then the Dark King smiled. “Choose,” he said. The shadows lunged.