Taken By The Dark Elf King Novels & Stories

That's why I can't seem to understand what happened back there in the woods. Why was my Lycan clamoring for her? Why did my heart swell with a crazy urge to protect her? Why do I wanna rip off Elder Hamilton's mouth for suggesting she gets burnt alongside the captured rogues? Like fucking why? “Maverick,” A voice interrupted my thoughts. It was Elder Hamilton. The oldest and only elder in the Kingdom who could address me with my name and not have his neck snapped instantly. “Yes?” I replied gruffly, feeling irked by his very blunt suggestion of having her burnt alongside those vile creatures.

I feel something inside my chest split open. That would only happen over my dead body! “You are asking me,” I say slowly, “to choose between my throne and my mate?” “You have three days,” Eldric replies. This Fucking piece of shit! The audacity of it. I step closer to him in three swift motions. The elders instinctively step back, “My answer is simple,” I say quietly. “I would rather die than hand her over to vultures like you.” My wolf surges forward fully now, eyes blazing with pure fury, filling the entire sitting room. “And I will not forfeit my throne.” The chandeliers tremble slightly from the force of my voice.

“Good.” As if summoned by our resolve, the sleek tablet on the bedside table lit up. A secure, encrypted chat window opened by itself, a chilling display of Vorian’s reach into our most private systems. A single message appeared. Vorian: Dawn. The old waterfront granary, Pier 7. Come alone, little Key. Bring the King if you wish, but he watches from the shadows or the girl dies in the light. A trade is proposed. Your obedience for her continued breathing. We will discuss the terms of your service.

The courtiers conversed politely with daggers in their elegance and grace, meant one thing and said another so when a crude person like Zyram appeared, it was almost like rain drizzling on a petal covered in dust, removing some dirt from its vibrant self and engulfing its presence, the queen was enchanted by the devil. The one who always lived as dead was somewhat alive. "Ilaria" Chanting her name like a holy prayer the male did not paid attention to the precarious situation the female was currently in as the shadow guards who swore loyalty to her took the man secretly to her majesty's chamber so that none could know. At the end between life and death, between sin and virtue, and between Kin

We needed to be in contact for the spell to work, but Luke was clearly afraid to get close to me. "It's alright, you're free to touch me this once." I permitted and only then did he muster up the courage to move like a man. Luke held my hand gently, and in the same instant we were transported out of the room and right in the middle of Aiden's company. "The Queen is back!" A fervent cry announced to the rest, and everybody's dull eyes lightened with hope. The gloomy atmosphere became vibrant immediately, breathing a little bit of life into the dark night. They all looked battered, but nobody was gravely hurt. They had been attacked while I was gone, but thank goodness there were no casualties

But this lady here was making him cross his boundaries. Just as he was still contemplating whether to be rude or not, Carolyn came from behind. His eyes strolled from the lady in front – Bella, to the other lady-Carolyn. He was stunned. She looked entirely different and at that moment, he saw something else. It was hidden before, but it was now clear. So this was why the queen asked for her. Bella's eyes strolled backward to Carolyn with a smile on her face. She managed to fight back the tears of joy that threatened to roll down her face and ruin this moment.

He asked the old man, and he was confused "I have a daughter" "Call him" He ordered. At the call of her father, she came in. Very clear white color, red lips, and ruby eyes. She was a complete statue of beauty. King Elam's eyes smile demonically "If you want me to leave your son, give me your daughter." A few minutes later, the fairy's screams echoed throughout the house. No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. "

I stepped forward, but she turned to face me, expression hard. “I don’t want the throne,” she said softly. “But I want Duskfall to survive.” “You think I won’t protect it?” I asked, the sigils flaring under my skin. Myros stepped between us. “You are bonded to the king. You are carrying power none of us understand. You hear voices from the dark. Forgive us, Lady Ophelia, but some of us wonder if the Shadow King already has your ear.” “You should be wondering what happens if I lose my patience,” I said, voice low, dangerous.

"Mavros will pay extra for one with education. They like breaking the clever ones." "We're not taking her all the way to the Dark Elf border," Felag reminded him, puffing smoke that masked his expression. "Just close enough for an unfortunate... detour." His fingers tapped against the trade agreement in his pocket – one signed not with Wood Elves, but with a Dark Elf merchant house that paid handsomely for human acquisitions.

I grumble with frustration. "During my research, I read something on a sacred ritual, dark magic and stuff," He paused, as if trying to remember something, " 'The Dark Elixir', yeah, that's its name. It's one of the most powerful rituals a wolf could possess. The procedures are shady and can only be performed by evil wolves who are into dark magic. It can't be used just anyhow" "The Dark Elixir? Dark magic and sacred rituals got banned a long time ago" I raised an eyebrow. Dark magic in this time and age. Eden City had become adverse towards stuff like that for many years now.