webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
219 Chs

His Silent Vow To Her

For what seemed like an eternity, Alicia had been running, her pulse beating in her ears like the distant beat of war drums, and her breaths strained. 

The palace's winding hallways gave the impression of twisting and turning, entangling her deeper in a confusing maze. 

She had no idea how much time had gone; the only thing that remained constant was her own worries' persistent pursuit of her.

While she was running desperately down the lonely halls, a menacing voice started to reverberate. It was subtle and unavoidable.

 'Ah~ Just listen to that little thing,' it crooned. 

Alicia immediately covered her ears in an attempt to drown out the unsettling sound, but the voice continued, tumbling through the corners of her consciousness like a persistent tune.

It kept playing like an old radio play.

'So rhythmically.'