Taken By The Dark Elf King Novels & Stories

The Dark Lord's eyes widened in shock and pain, but before he could retaliate, King Edward stabbed him again, this time in the heart. The Dark Lord's body collapsed to the ground, his hold on the darkness broken forever. Exhausted but victorious, King Edward and I looked out over the battlefield. Our allies had perished, but we had saved the kingdom from the clutches of the Dark Lord. As dawn broke, we stood among the fallen, our hearts heavy with grief but our spirits unbroken.

The king loomed over him, his eyes blazing with fury. “It ends now,” the king growled, raising a claw for the final blow. But before he could strike, a surge of dark energy erupted from the shadows. Black tendrils snaked around the king’s massive form, pulling him back and pinning his limbs. Aelindra stepped forward, her crimson eyes gleaming with triumph. “Did you really think I’d let you have all the fun?” she said, her voice dripping with malice. The king thrashed against the tendrils, his muscles straining as he tried to break free. “You dare use your foul magic here?” he roared. “You will pay for this treachery!”

"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"

I shrugged. He broke into laughter, a sick laugh that made me turn my gaze back to him. He wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and smiled. "Do you think this will end just like that? You ruined my plans to acquire your gift for more powers! If it was you, I would have been able to absorb the power and have you take the consequences for it but it's all ruined now! Not only have I lost the only way to achieve that, but your mate has alerted the king of the light elves about your abduction and has waged war against us. More than two hundred dark elves are dead because of you! They are being hunted down everywhere in the world because your mate called for it!!!"

"No my King, it wasn't Barwolf, no one has seen Barwolf since. It was King Dark." Dark? Whipping around quickly like a wind. "What did you just say now?" she query coming out from the burnt room to stand before the guards and servants. "Yes my King," another guard said, supporting the first guard. "We saw King Dark going inside and staying in for about two minutes then he came out and walked away. Then the stench of fire burning reached our nose and we tried to put out the fire but it was beyond our power my King, the fire was increasing rapidly. We are sorry my King." he explained what happened.

I wondered if he could cast spells and stuff. “Miss Puhvel, we’ll be leaving now.” Nicholae ordered causally and Griffin moved towards me. I shook my head immediately and bounded off the bed, shifting away from the approaching hunter until I as next to Char. “No. Not without my friends.” “They are not leaving.” Nasos declared with a nasty glint in his eye. “Actually, both Miss Woods and Mr Carrington are here because of Miss Puhvel. That makes them her responsibility and by extension the king’s,” Nicholae explained in a rational manner.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Dua questioned, fear seeping into her voice. The maid opened her mouth, revealing her sharp fangs. Dua's eyes widened, her whole being trembling. "V...va...vampire?" The maid gripped Dua tighter, bringing her fangs to Dua's neck. Dua closed her eyes, letting out a loud scream. The door burst open, and in a blink of an eye, the King, Alexander was there. His hand gripping the maid's jaw tightly, just a breath from Dua's skin.

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

“The rebels broke through the western walls. The Dark God’s influence is everywhere — half the soldiers aren’t even human anymore.” Elara’s heart lurched. “Kael—” “He’s the center of it,” Liora said grimly. “He’s holding it back, but not for long. The darkness is feeding on him.” Another boom shook the palace. Screams echoed up from below. Elara didn’t hesitate. “Then I’m going to him.” Liora grabbed her wrist. “You can’t just—” “I have to,” Elara snapped. “If he falls, the whole kingdom burns.”