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Hunting Down the Last Elf

[Mature content. No rape] ____________________ "Mr. Archer!" She hurried her footsteps after the cop, who seemed to have already memorized the way out of the small two-story house. "It's Adrien, not Archer," he said, not bothering to turn around and look at her as he turned the door knob. "Fine." She rolled her eyes. "We need to talk, " she said, following him out of the house and closing the door behind her. "I had enough time to spend with a dunderhead like you," she heard him say, and she fumed. "How dare you?!" She fisted her palm furiously as she saw him walk past the little gate. "You son of a chameleon!".... ________ In a world where mythical creatures like werewolves, vampires, and elves exist alongside humans, a long-standing war has left humans living in fear and captivity. Elves, once thriving, have become extinct due to the ongoing conflict. Alicia, the last surviving elf, is raised by Mrs. Anderson, whom she believes to be her biological mother. However, when Alicia confronts a man named Adrien, whom she calls Mr. Archer, tensions rise. Adrien's apparent disdain for Alicia triggers a fiery exchange. Unbeknownst to Alicia, her unique heritage as the last elf will soon become a central focus in a world where mythical beings and humans clash. This story promises intrigue, conflict, and a journey of self-discovery for Alicia as she grapples with her identity and the ongoing strife between mythical creatures and humans.

OSM_1015 · Fantasy
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214 Chs

Breaking In

The night was dominated by the song of crickets and the eerie calls of owls as the streetlights faded into darkness and the world around fell into a deep sleep, leaving the streets empty and free of roaming spirits. The calm hours were marked by the repetitive hooting and crooning of the birds, which reverberated through the silence. 

Only a certain someone's home was lit dimly making no disturbance to the world outside. As if the day hadn't ended, Zavior continued to pace in the living room as usual whenever one of the cases he handled became corrupt. His furrowed brows showed the intensity of his thoughts, and his tall, thin form swayed back and forth like a caged tiger.