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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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Grudge Against a Mere Dead Human

As the group entered the Anathema Palace, the rising light cast a golden color over the palace's magnificence. 

Christian, his assistant, and Gloria eagerly followed the butler as he escorted King Alfonzo and King Cyran through the sumptuous hallways to the drawing room. Gloria meekly followed them, tailing behind Mazen.

Sunlight streamed through the drawing room's large windows, illuminating everyone's faces with a warm glow. 

Cyran, Christian, and Alfonzo sat down, each in a position that suggested the diplomatic dance they were about to perform.

Waiters rolled in carrying trays of refreshments, showcasing a variety of unusual teas and treats that suggested Anathema's gastronomic depths. Even though everyone was courteous, there was a hint of expectation in the air.