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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

The Regret

As the car glided through the imposing gates of the castle, the grandeur of the fortress enveloped them in the moonlit night. It was well past midnight by the time Adrien stepped out of the vehicle, still cradling Alicia in his arms like a fragile being. Her murmurs, haunted by terrifying nightmares, echoed softly in the quiet of the night. Adrien, in an unusual display of tenderness, whispered soothing words to pacify her, while Adrasteia observed the unfolding scene with evident astonishment. Her brother, who usually exuded an air of stoicism, seemed transformed by the urgency to protect and console.

The castle, at this late hour, had retreated into a hushed repose. Most inhabitants, be they maids or servants, had retired to their rooms, leaving only those on night duty to navigate the dimly lit halls.