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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.

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Tampered The Witch's Voodoo Magic

Meanwhile, in the king's study, tension rose to a crescendo. The man in his regal robes paced back and forth like the lion in its cage. His cape billowed behind him as he strode across the room, his mighty footsteps reverberating over the polished surface of the marble floor. His rage permeated the room and appeared to resound through the chamber's very walls.

In the presence of the enraged king, the chamber itself seemed to shrink. The lavish furnishings and elaborate tapestries that had decorated the walls appeared to recede into the background, overpowered by the king's intense emotions. Even the exquisite furnishings seemed to quiver under his fury.

The monarch's young page tried his best to shrink in along with the rest of the wall flowers in fear of being one of the victims of His Majesty's ranting toy. His face turned paler and paler as if he was turning into a corpse watching the king's furious tirade.