Taken By The Dark Elf King Novels & Stories

"Yes. I've been wanting to kill you ever since I found out about you. I had plans, but you ruined everything!" "Really? You had plans? And how can you have plans when you're already dead? I don't even care about your stupid plans! Technically, you are taking me by force, so this is kidnapping! I will report you and tell everyone how the werewolf king planned to kill himself!" Thane snapped, hearing those words from Elisia. He tried his best not to lose his patience, but the demon princess pushed him to his limits. Elisia saw Thane rushing towards her. He was surrounded by darkness. His eyes changed from black to red. It wasn't like Athanasia's. It was different. It was like the blood moon, a

Little did Hera know that within this foreboding darkness, the shadows of her fate were slowly awakening, ready to envelop her in a web of uncertainty and peril. ********* Adrien who was still so confused, his mind foggy as never before, made his way to the grand throne hall, a sense of unease settled upon him. His thoughts were still entangled in the recent encounter with Lisa, their intense connection haunting his every step. The weight of his actions and the burgeoning emotions within him weighed heavily, and he sought solace in the familiar embrace of his pack. The throne hall, usually abuzz with activity and camaraderie, felt strangely muted. Pack members, adorned in their wolfish rega

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.

Rowen said softly and I shivered, not wanting anything to do with the huge scary dark as night elf. "I sense a lot of dark magic in you Ayria," the elf king said softly and I felt Rowen's reaper stirring. "Yes, your highness my mother was a Shadowsoul descendent," I replied and noticed that his eyes grew brighter. I swallowed uncomfortably and scooted closer to my husband. I glanced at him and noticed the Grim Reaper cape coming out and hit the floor. "You should allow me to greet you formally. If you'd give me your hand," Darassan started to reach for my hand and Rowen stood in full Grim Reaper mode with his huge scythe and growled coarsely, no. I stood and glared at the king.

" I asked too confused about it all. "He is but Seelie’s are related to the Fairies, it’s like werewolves and Lyacns only Dark Elves are the Lycans in this case. Anyways the Elf King had been missing for a few years but came back, he hasn’t been the same ever since. Sources say he’s looking for a missing child. Whatever the case may be, this table is full of snake’s so be careful." " Your Majesty I forgot to congratulate you on finding your mate. " Claude’s voice broke in causing me to lift my head towards him and my heart stilled.

First, he dies, then I rescue my father. Pulling on the dark part of me that I try to keep hidden, I let a touch of madness shine from my eyes as I reach forward, my talons extended. “Give me back my father, Thalan, or the last thing you see will be blackness right before you’re sucked into the void.” The Elf King smirks, standing his ground. “Funny you should say that, considering I know you cannot open the void alone. You just confessed as much to me a moment before. Why should I fear you? There is nothing you can do to stop me.”

Their screams echoed briefly before silence reclaimed the night. Blood dripped from my claws when I finally stopped. My chest heaved. Damien stood over a fallen rogue, his expression grim. “They don’t know where she was taken. Just that a ‘dark king’ wanted her alive.” My pulse stilled. The Evil King. The one we’d only heard of in whispers — a man who ruled through dark enchantments and corruption. “She let herself be captured,” Damien muttered, realizing it as he spoke. “She’s trying to get close to him.”

“The prophecy is genuine. It was foretold centuries ago, but too many have forgotten its truth.” She leaned forward, her presence so serious. “There was a Seer named Orbis Kirathe, the greatest of our kind. He spoke of a time when the lands of Fae would be engulfed in darkness, a darkness so deep it would shake the very structures of our world.” Agnes paused, as if steadying herself against the weight of what was to come. “This darkness will not be like anything we've known. It will seep into the hearts of our kin, those we loved and trusted, and transform them into creatures of unimaginable power, power that even the bravest could not fathom. The darkness-born are destined to consume our wo

The dark magic shattered her light and sank straight into her collarbone. ​Elara gasped loudly. Thick, black lines exploded across her pale skin. They looked like poison veins, moving up her neck and down her arms. She made a terrible, choking sound and fell face-first into the cold snow. ​"A Queen cannot dance if she cannot breathe," the True King whispered. His body began to fade back into the shadows. "I will return soon-sooner than you expect. Dig a grave for your Warlord, Blackwood." ​And then he was gone.

All of them drop instantly and wither away. “Wow, Seleste, that was badass.” Alpha Clark and Rose said simultaneously. Don’t celebrate too soon,” The King said. “Looks like the dark one now has his eyes on you. And is coming for you now.” “This is what we want, we want him to come out in the open,” I say.