Wise Old Elf Novels & Stories

' Aron knocks a glass over and I know he's overheard us. I turn, and I look at Elwyn with as much dislike as I can muster. 'What do you want?' He tilts his head and gulps his drink. 'Is there anything wrong in a meeting between friends?' 'If there's one thing we are, it's not friends. You're a pathetic, scheming dirty elf, with no regard for anyone but yourself. I am not. We are in fact, polar opposites'. He grinds his teeth and says, 'You're right. You are not. You're a wolven'.

I get a new partner and training runs smoothly. Next on this schedule for today is training with the elves and fae we head over to the woods further away from the obsidian border. The elf elder is a older man with long white hair a clear indication of his age his eyes are forest green and his dressed in the traditional elf attire that no one prefers to wear these days. he takes the lead in the lesson while the fae elder stands by his side.

The couch feels as cozy as it appears. “You’re welcome. Now, did Amnesi fill you in?” “She only said something about wasted potential…” I grumble. Already annoyed at our earlier conversation. The seer slaps her forehead. “That brat!” ‘Brat? I wouldn’t consider someone who can take down a giant snake in one blow a brat.’ ‘Eldora, that elf is over 60 years old’ ‘Huh?! What about the seer?’ “Stop! You don’t need to know that information.”

So much for his peaceful life. "Your brother is not here," the elf said in a harsh whisper when Rhychard drew close enough. His voice was deeper than the few elves Rhychard had talked to, and where Famallumi seemed young, this one was well past his middle-aged years. Lines creased the corners of his eyes and the middle of his forehead. As he drew nearer, Rhychard noticed that the edge of his blond hair had faded to white. Rhychard fought the urge to draw his sword, thinking it a bad idea with a dead man behind him and cops on the way.

Eloise almost whispered. Gerwulf chuckled nervously, hearing howling off into the distance," don't worry about me, I always keep my promise. I'll still be with you." The howling grew louder and he cursed under his breath," for now... sleep." Eloise began to look up in confusion, Gerwulf quickly grabbing her chin and placing a kiss on her cheek. It stung, badly as if she was being burned.

(Elf Leader) "Then..could you clear up this fog, cause if you don't I don think my men can hold back from killing your men at this point….also it's getting a bit annoying…" "....…Very well…".(Elf Leader) The Elf Leader brought out a small snail and whispered a few ancient elven words on it, the snail suddenly suck all the fog, in just a few second the fog was completely gone. As the fog gone, all the elves that were inside the fog was clearly defeated, some was lying on the ground, some was already out cold, stuck on top of the warehouse roof also there's newly made hole on the warehouse wall. "Boys..doing good?..".

It doesn't have to be three minutes (it sounded like a good number). "Hurry up," yelled Jofrorli. "We don't got all day." "This is a waste of time," said a man with large hooped earrings hanging from his long pointed ears. He was an elf, but he didn't look anything like the elves I had seen in movies. His features were sharp like one, but his body was quite lanky. His fingers were long like a pianist, and his hair was tied up in a ponytail rising upwards then pointing down. He wore loose clothing that fitted his body nicely, with it not being too loose or tight. "The kid already knows the stupid technique."

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

[POWER VEIL: ADAPTIVE MODE] [FACULTY DETECTION: PARTIAL — REDIRECTED] The headmaster stepped forward, voice amplified across the courtyard. “Welcome to Apex Academy,” he said. “You are not here because you are powerful. You are here because the world expects you to become dangerous.” Eyes scanned the crowd. “Let us begin with introductions.” The first group stepped forward. Werewolf Alpha Candidates. A tall boy with silver-streaked hair smiled confidently. His presence forced nearby wolves to stiffen. “Dominance output at eighteen percent,” a faculty member muttered. “Impressive for his age.”

I saw her smile shyly, taking her eyes off me _ Stopped being appointed to the sexy Gertie spent silently _ Black jealously told me but I do not care -Oh really?- I scoffed to ignore him and got off my horse after we entered and I gently carried her around the waist for her to come down. “The place is very beautiful.” I heard her whisper in astonishment to herself as I extended my hand to shake hands with the smiling leader "Welcome Alpha, what is the occasion of this pleasant visit?" I smiled at him shyly, taking my hand away from his hand, answering him in a calm tone "You have a wizard, his name is Urza, I want to meet him."