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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 · Fantaisie
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[Bonus chapter]She's Gone Missing

As she regarded the yellow crime scene tape and the red warning signs in front of her, Mrs. Anderson felt her heart pound hard in her chest. She felt as if her world was collapsing in front of her as fear and despair overcame her. Her thoughts immediately turned to Alicia, her daughter. What had happened?

Mrs. Anderson could feel her whole body tremble as tears blurred her vision as she glanced at the building's state. A slight tap on her shoulder had her snap her head to her side, but she could not take her eyes from the disastrous state that lay in front of her. Shattered pieces of glasses all around the entrance, broken wooden planks of the furniture.

"Auntie?"