Taken By The Dark Elf King Novels & Stories

Still talking. I moved carefully. My boots barely brushed the ground. I kept low, close to the walls of the huts, slipping behind root-covered structures and mushroom-shaped homes like shadow on shadow. I crouched beside a barrel, then slid silently beneath a hanging curtain of vines. I was close enough now to hear. “…the order came straight from the king,” one of the elves whispered, voice sharp as flint. “He wants them shackled before sunrise.” “But they’ve eaten the silver, haven’t they?” the second murmured. “They won’t fight back.”

Rhobart looked at Eluvene, his eyes turning cold as the stark winter. “He will never lay another finger on her again! But I need to know everything about King Amul. He is more cunning than I thought.” Eluvene’s green eyes went to Ayla. “King Amul accepted what Ayla refused,” said the Dark Mage, winking at Ayla. “I don’t know much about King Amul. He mostly spoke with King Galian and with my former Master. But since he accepted the Crown of Darkness, he stopped being a normal human.”

Ever. “You hit me, for her.” He stared at me in disbelief. “I might have lost half of my powers, but make no mistake, father, you are no match for me.” I stated calmly, letting the anger fade away slowly. I clenched and unclench my fist. “I am the Elf King, and you know what that mean. By now, you should also know that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. We have reached a moment of peace in our relationship, father and you should not disrupt it. Eloise is here to stay. She is mine, and I am hers. I have done my duty as the King to the people, put their needs above mine, your needs too,” I gave him a pointed look, “but now, I am going to be very selfish with my happiness. She is my happin

The Dark Lord’s eyes glowed crimson as he sneered at Zedekiel; "Know your place, Elf. You couldn’t land a single blow on my Darklings. What makes you think you can land one on me?" Zedekiel’s face darkened, his mind flashing back to that day. He had felt utterly useless, unable to protect the one he loves. His grip on his magic tightened, his blood boiling. The Dark Lord’s smile widened, seeing as he was able to rile the Elf King up. "Today, Prince Ron leaves with me. If you stand in my way, I won’t hesitate to kill you."

They would surely be put to death in an instant by his own hand. A couple of men pushed the door open, my eyes wandering inside to see the main room full of men and women dancing around, chatting, and drinking. I could see fear etched onto most of their faces, excitement on others.. however, I couldn’t fathom why anyone would be excited to be chosen by the Dark King. I for one, certainly am not excited. “I’m not seeing the King.. am I missing him?” Grim, my oldest brother, asked as he looked around. I’d never seen the King before, so I wouldn’t know.

The memory depicted what happened the day the Humans and the Fox clan were besieged by the Serpent clan. The streets ran red with blood, and corpses were piled up like mountains. Dragging my wounded, battered body, I stripped off my cloak and kneeled before Severin Fangborn, the Serpent King. Guiding his hand to my cheek, I said in a seductive tone, "I am willing to serve you, Your Majesty." The Serpentkin soldiers behind us guffawed.

The pack members yelled for the last ten seconds of the time as the maze timer came to an end. They roared and shouted. The noise was deafening, with several arrow signs waving about. Through the commotion, I raised my head and met the King’s eyes. His face was red and he looked positively livid. I smirked and gave him a mocking bow. Checkmate. Then my limbs lost strength and I collapsed on Rylan’s shoulder. The world went black. “You maddening woman!” A low groan left my lips as Rylan crushed me to himself in a hug.

“But yes. That’s your objective. When you kill him… you’ll be granted one wish.” “A wish?” I repeated, my chest tightening. “Yes. Any wish you desire.” My anger flickered into something else — hope, maybe. A small, dangerous spark of it. “Any wish at all?” I asked. “Any wish at all.” I swallowed hard. “What’s the plan? How do I get to him?” “The king lives far north, atop the mountain of Valengrad. That’s where his castle stands. Beware — reaching him won’t be easy. Killing him will be even harder. But it’s the only way your wish will be granted.”

His gaze was piercing, as though he could see straight through the walls of the hall and into the very heart of the king. The room fell into a hushed stillness. Even the flickering flames seemed to bow their heads in anticipation. King Valtor, who had been silent until then, leaned forward. His regal form was draped in a dark cloak, its edges embroidered with silver runes. His hair, once a rich brown, had now turned to streaks of silver, yet his eyes still carried the fierce spark of youth. He exhaled slowly, his gaze lingering on Jailer, and his expression was one of solemn reflection.

Instead of taking her hand, Aidan Draco stared at Esmeray’s outstretched hand with an arched brow as if he couldn't believe this little creature had the audacity to come up to him. "You are the assassin who kidnapped the Vampire from his Royal Ball." Aric King inquired recalling the name from their encounter in the Cursed Woods. "Oh, the same one." She remarked airily. "So it wasn't a mere rumor." The Fey King murmured under his breath. Amber threw an annoyed look at her grandfather. The man had barely said three proper sentences to Amber during their meeting of which two were barbs. Yet since this imposter witch had arrived the Fey King had become awfully chatty.