Taken By The Dark Elf King Novels & Stories

He lifts the sopping white cotton to his nose and inhales deeply and I almost sob under the onslaught of a desire so keen, it’s painful. “Your Majesty?” With two words, everything comes crashing down. “What?” Owen Snarls at the thrall who’s entered the room. I shriek and scrabble backward, but Owen keeps me tucked out of view; I only hear the thrall’s deep, calm voice. He’s not afraid to have interrupted the king at such a crucial moment. “A call for you.” “Didn’t I say to hold my fucking calOwen furious, attaining down to retrieve my sweatshirt from the floor so I can cover myself? “Get out!”

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."

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.