Taken By The Dark Elf King Novels & Stories

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

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. "

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.

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.

His skin was the color of twilight, his hair a cascade of stark silver, and his eyes—a deep, piercing violet—swept across the room with a mixture of desperate hope and intense disbelief. It was Malakor, the King of the Dark Elves. Nalvath, who had been leaning quietly against the stone pillar near the back of the room, froze. For a man who had survived centuries of exile, torture, and shadow, the sight of the young king made his breath completely hitch in his chest.

he told his court, without looking away from me, “we dress our Queen. Because the next time Kade sees her, she won’t be in my shirt.” His eyes promised vengeance. “She’ll be in a crown.” A side door burst open. A scout, panting, bleeding. “My King! Silverfang. He’s not alone. He’s calling the Eastern Packs. He’s building an alliance. He says—” the scout swallowed, looking at me — “he says he’s coming to ‘retrieve his mate’ and ‘put down the cursed King’s pet’.” The room went deadly quiet. Darius didn’t move. Didn’t even blink. But the temperature dropped twenty degrees.

Daniel, whose eyes were fixated on the picture in his hands, mumbled under his breath, "the... the Lycan King." "Yes, Daniel, he was the one who took her," I said with a slow nod as I turned and began walking back to the podium steps. "What I want you to do is for you to spy on her and..." I paused, a confused frown forming on my face. I looked up at Elsa who had now stood up from her throne and saw that she too had a confused look etched on her face. I turned back to Daniel and asked him, "I thought you had said you knew nothing about what happened last night. How then do you know that it was the Lycan King who took her?"

the Dark King asked, getting me confused. Looking around, I realized that I was not the only one confused by his claim. Did he just call me his guest? Why? How? The King moved towards me, and the other man beside him stared at him with a perplexity that could pierce through steel. The Dark King got closer to me, and my breath caught in my throat, making me hiccup. In an instant, he yanked the chains away from my hands and legs.