Taken By The Dark Elf King Novels & Stories

Our eyes locked and I wrapped my hands around his neck. "You don't have to be so angry, the dark king will be defeated sooner or later. We just need to plan our next move very meticulously." Elliot planted a kiss on my forehead before withdrawing from him. I could tell that he was still fuming with anger. He shook his head, unable to accept my words. "I want the dark king dead, as soon as possible. We need to plan our attack now." "I need to tell you, and the brothers to be careful. The dale king had a group of special soldiers that possess magic powers. They're the ones that attacked me, and they are very powerful. If we are planning, then we will need a counter measure against them."

This time, that same potion saved my life; enough of it should have entered the kingor’s mouth and nose to paralyze him. “I should go get Cedric, it’s not normal for a kingor to be here.” My whole body hurts from all the tension and the previous attack. As I am slowly standing up, I notice an immense mana approaching my location at an incredible speed. “You have to be kidding me.” What now, a dragon. While I am still trying to analyze the situation, a spell starts to from around the kingor and a few seconds later, it disappears with him. “Don’t worry, I just sent him back home.”

“I have seen more than a millennium years worth of sunset and sunrise as a king. I have seen wars and bloodshed during these times and I have done what I felt was right at every moment. Some of these decisions turned out to be disasters, but at least I took a stand when one was required of me. So now I have decided to make another tough decision, one that requires me to be as humble as can be. Our people need a fresh voice, a breath of fresh air, and not the air that they have been breathing for the past thousand years. I need them to see the world through that adventurous eyes of yours that are always open to possibilities. Maybe one could say I want them to see the world more humanly.” The

I whispered, horror mixing with desperation "Not now. Please, not now." But the wolf didn't listen. Neither did the magic. Elise saw the change in my expression and pressed her advantage. She came at me in a flurry of strikes, each one pushing me back, back, back until my shoulders hit the arena wall. Her blade came up, resting against my throat, and her eyes blazed with triumph. "Yield," she commanded. "It's over, Elena. Yield, and I will make it quick." The crowd held its breath. In the royal box, King Theron had risen to his feet. Kieran looked like he wanted to vault over the railing, only Lord Dominic's hand on his shoulder keeping him in place.

Ariti shouted from somewhere behind Bran and when he could maneuver enough to spot him, Bran saw that the three men that had been fighting him, were all dead. Bran forced himself up and leaned back on his elbows. "The vampire king is mine." Ariti drew closer to him and his smarmy face, the disgusting smile on his face, the sight of Maria's grey eyes in his evil face, pissed Bran off all over again and the anger filled him with strength. He traced to Ariti and lifted his sword to strike when suddenly, he couldn't move his hands. He frowned, looked down and was beyond puzzled to see a thick chain winding around his body.

Reyna landed on her feet gracefully, her soft hand rubbing between his shoulder blades. “It’s over now,” she said. Sudden silence washed over them. The fighting had stopped. The elves had frozen, sudden panic washing over them now that their king was dead. They were quickly surrounded from all the sides. Fully transformed beasts blocking their path to freedom. “Drop your weapons!” Daryn’s booming voice ordered from somewhere near him. His tall form came into view shortly. Blood coated his dark skin. He had one of the elves dressed in different clothes than the others in his hand.

The purple light spread through his body, knitting his soul back together. But as the world began to fade, as the glass bridge started to turn back into the mist of the village, I felt a sharp, cold wind. A voice, deeper and older than Damon’s, whispered in my ear. *"You have stolen from the dark, little Queen. But the dark never forgets a debt. One day, you will have to choose: the King’s life, or the world’s light. Remember the price."* I ignored the voice and pulled Rowan closer.

Then, he will fulfill his pledge to restore the dark elves' dignity and power in our realm. I saw the queen charmed into a deep slumber. We will wake her up when we get the job done. We need the king out. Once he is out, she will be at our mercy. This is the perfect plan, the perfect opportunity to take back the control that belonged to Audon and me from the beginning: the rightful light king and the rightful heir to the darkness. Stormee Adalwulf

Eden commanded. The lords rose from their seats, filing out, leaving only Petros, Sinclair, and Violet with Eden. Violet put her hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him. He held it and watched the door close behind the last lord. Moments later, Garnet appeared in the doorway, the fading sunlight at his back. "My king?" Eden beckoned him in. "What is it?" Garnet held up a travel-stained piece of paper, his thin face grim. "The Blood King has taken Queen Chione. Parvara is no more."