Wise Old Elf Novels & Stories

I argued. “Did you just call me old?” He asked with an arched brow. “Yes. Yes, I did. You’re the oldest creature I know.. I think.” I shrugged. “You know, elves live quite a long time. They’re known for their longevity, but I clearly see that’s not meant for you because no one calls me old,” he threatened. “Are you threatening me, Val?” “What?” He acted coy, “No. I’m merely pointing out the obvious.” “Cold & old,” I said.

Then she'd run. Honestly? I couldn't blame her. If I had been in her position, I probably would've done the same thing. A knock interrupted my thoughts. I glanced toward the door. Three sharp knocks. Familiar. I opened it a moment later. An older wolf stood outside. Broad shoulders. Gray hair. Weathered features. Elias. One of the oldest surviving werewolves in the western territories. Not an elder officially. But close enough. "What do you want?" Elias snorted.

The Elders chroused. Priestess Elena smirked glancing around as she watched the pack members bow to her, they wanted her to lead and end their sorrows because they believed she was the true light and the seer had nothing to give them, unknown to them that the sickness that had befalled them was also the plan if Priestess Elena. "I shall lead you," Priestess Elena said authoritatively. "Without considering how you had neglected me before of a seer," She said. "I'll compensate you for that," The Alpha said signaling for his Beta to present her a golden artifact. "This is one of the treasures of my land, take it as my way of compensating you," The Alpha said and Priestess Elena smiled taking it

The elders sit in a semi-circle, their eyes sharp and wise, each possessing the accumulated knowledge of centuries. One of the elder witches, a woman named Sefira, stands and motions for Tonya to follow her. Sefira is the eldest among them, her silver hair flowing down her back, her posture regal despite her age. She leads Tonya through a narrow passageway and out into a hidden grove behind the cottage, a place where the trees form a natural barrier, creating a secluded sanctuary. The canopy overhead filters the sunlight, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

Official 4 interjected, glancing between them. "I think I can help with that." They heard a new voice say and from the shadows, appeared a lanky male Elf holding a red and white fox along with a female human with a pixie cut and big male human with a scar on his face.

Putting a bookmark I closed the book and stand up. Now, where shall I start looking for it? You may feel curious why these shelves have no identifications. That is because of tthe old saying that the elders in this wolvendom is saying. The erhendem is a place that believe in something that is fate. Now that I remember it, the small little elf also said something like those. That thing about fate. If it was meant for youu, then that will be servedto you without you making any thing in particular. Indeed, just like that weird apple falling in your face.

Loki, Caius, and Stryxx were 3 quarters away from the border between the Rogue's territory to the Old Ones. Chad had reminded them that time passes differently in the Old Lands due to a ever potent spell place by those who came before Anatashi and her motley pack of misfits. "Do you believe this mole is as loyal to Chad as he says?" Stryxx, always, the thunder cloud over everyone's heads. "I believe in Dove and his capabilities to sell just about any plan to even the smartest wolves. I guess he's really Chad's,vrother." Loki mentioned.

GINGER After he left, I turned back to the task at hand and got started. The first entry was about an elderly werewolf that had begun to lose his fur. The doctor who had observed the phenomenon concluded it was due to old age, although it had never been observed previously in other werewolves. A little after noon, someone came up behind me, startling me. I jumped in my seat and turned to come face to face with Tyce. "What are you doing here?" I exclaimed.