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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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219 Chs

Soft Tendings

"Were all of these done by the guards?" He questioned with a raised brow, his eyes narrowed at the sight of it with a hint of anger.

Alicia felt a pang of unease upon his question. "Tha-That...they..." She tried to get up and explain.

"Stay still."

His stern voice had her stop in the middle.

She wondered if she should tell him. She hesitated for a moment before she shook her head. "No."

"What do you mean? Who else got involved in it?" He questioned as he continued to clean up the wounds and took a transparent jar that had a half-used yellow ointment in it.

"Ah!" When Adrien's finger brushed against the wound to apply the paste, Alicia let out a barely audible whimper.

Her thoughts tormented the images of the agony she had experienced in the dungeon as Adrien continued to treat her wounds. She battled to control her emotions as she felt the pressure of those traumatic memories pressing down on her.