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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 · Fantasie
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Come Closer...

Stepping out of the room, Alicia was led to the Crown Prince's quarters, a space she had grown acquainted with through the numerous times she had been summoned.

Delbert's knuckles rapped against the door's surface, a customary prelude to announcing her presence, and he intoned, "Your Highness, Miss Alicia is here."

As the door creaked open under Delbert's guidance, he refrained from stepping inside, maintaining a respectful posture with a bowed head. Alicia felt a surge of nerves coursing through her with each step she took into the room. As the door closed behind her, she found herself ensconced in the dimness of the room. Unaccustomed to the darkness, she pivoted swiftly, her gaze seeking the exit. Her fingers fumbled with the door, an instinctive response to alleviate the mounting pressure.