Taken By The Dark Elf King Novels & Stories

Why would they come now? The words hit like a blade through the haze of my earlier thoughts, slicing straight into the fragile uncertainty Nanny Elara had left me with. Moments ago my chest had been heavy with Bella—her fire, her defiance, the terrifying possibility that I was falling for a woman who saw me as little more than a tool for her revenge. Now the world reminded me, cruelly and instantly, that a Lycan King could not afford such distractions. Not when blood might soon stain our lands. Without thinking, I turned to leave with him, my hand instinctively closing around the hilt of my sword.

They were outnumbered ten to one, but not a single man backed down. Marcus staggered over to the shadow army's front line, a wicked, blood-stained grin on his face. "Kill the King! Capture the citadel!" The two forces crashed together with a deafening roar of steel and wolf growls. While the battle raged around us, the figure with the glowing purple staff walked slowly through the chaos, stepping right up to my floating body. He pulled back his dark hood, revealing a twisted, scarred face with empty white eyes. "My Queen," the dark caster bowed low. "The seal is broken. The North is yours for the taking."

"And he won't escape during that time?" "Never. The runes won't allow him. Your choice vampire king. Do you want to give your brother a payment?" Seeing that he would never be sure whether his twin brother is dead or not, Lothaire is stuck in a rock and a hard place. Willow pitched in beside him, "the terms will still remain the same. No harm to him, the one he cares about nor his kingdom. You won't touch anything about him" The mage reluctantly nodded. "Very well"

he cried, suddenly, "you must leave. Lady Nimuel, take her and go." Bewildered looks were exchanged as the Shaman stood up with his hand held high over his head, and he looked at the skies before he chanted, "The curse is upon the immortals... Those who can leave, must... Save them. Save them. The others will die." He ran out of the chambers and out of the palace. The elves who had followed him out the doors were whispering amongst themselves; the Queen and her helpers had gone back to her chambers. There was a snort, and they all turned to find the King standing behind them, accompanied by Moraen.

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.

Something red flashed on her wrist this time. The torture one was the worst. Zafra was sitting on the forest floor, looking tired, when Micah appeared in front of her. "My queen." He said to her. I looked at Micah. He looked at the TV with interest. All the Kings did. Fake Micah held out its hand for Zafra to take, and she took it greedily. "My King." Zafra said to fake Micah with a frown. And then the screaming started.

I add and I can see as he visibly relaxes Agatha lets out a long angry sigh- another of her plans burnt to ashes. The elder takes up more comfortable position. Clearing his throat, he says , "We are here to witness the union of King Alonso of the Alistair Kingdom and Alora of the Midnight Pack." He starts saying the usual traditional words and me and Alora say our pledge as the pack watches. The tension in the air has reduced and some are relieved that Alora doesn’t end up with Leo. Alora leans more heavily against me as the ceremony progresses, the effects of the drugs and her heat still affecting her affecting her l

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

How he loved her. Peter’s breathing became ragged. “Yes,” the Dark Elf King murmured approvingly. “That's how to do a spell,” He stepped back as the chains broke and dissolved into ash. Peter stood still. Too still. “Your task is simple,” the King said calmly. “Return to Elias. Stand at his side. Smile, if you must, convince him of your loyalty.” He paused “And when the moon rises, and it's blue, you should attack him.” The chamber fell silent as the Dark Elf King spoke