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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 · ファンタジー
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212 Chs

Terrible Accident

Alicia gradually stirred from the depths of unconsciousness, her eyelids fluttering like fragile wings. The soft luminescence of daylight filtered through a nearby window, casting a gentle glow that gradually revealed the contours of her surroundings. 

Her brows as she tried to remember feeling something amiss. "Ah!" A pain struck in her head. She tried get up only to be stopped by someone. Her vision was still hazy but the first she faced upon was the worried look of her friend, Gloria.

"Alicia!" Concern etched lines onto Gloria's forehead, as her voice, tinged both relief and concern, breaking the silence. "Thank goodness you're awake. How are you feeling?"

Alicia's throat felt dry and words eluded her momentarily. With a faint nod, she attempted to speak, "I... I'm okay, I guess. But..." She raised her hand only to see a visible tube connected to her hand. She followed the tube to see the IV drips stand close to the bed.