Elf

After a fatal crash returning from a school trip to Hokkaido, Nana awakens on an Elven Forest straight out of a fantasy world. Under her new identity Maria, she will be forced to remeber all her past regrets while going down a twisted path. Will she finally be the hero of her own story?

To protect the endangered elf race from human nobles, I left the Life Forest and seduced Anders, my childhood friend, now the most powerful and ruthless man in the world. As I expected...he was still obsessed with me. For three days and three nights, we drowned in feverish, desperate pleasure. But when I finally woke—naked, aching, gasping for air—a bucket of sulfuric acid was dumped over my head! I screamed. However, Anders stood by with a cruel smile. "Huh, so the legendary immortal elf can feel pain?" "This is just the beginning, Jovia. Until you tell me where my parents are." He firmly believed that the elves were behind the mysterious disappearance of his parents. From then on, my hell began: Forced to watch him and Lisa be affectionate, forced to cut open my chest and extract my life crystal that sustained my life for her beauty treatment; forced to sing with an overstrained, hoarse voice to lull Lisa to sleep… He hated me to the core. But every time I was on the verge of death, it was he who would roughly pick me up and force me to swallow the top-grade magic potion. His hands trembled with rage, and something he refused to name. Sometimes he was as cold as ice: "Do you think I still love you, so I can't do anything to you? Keep going!" At other times, he would reveal a heart-wrenching tenderness, gently stroking the scars on my neck with his fingertips and whispering in a low, seductive voice: "Be good, tell me where my parents are. " I silently endured his love and hate, feeling the struggle deep in his soul. I silently kept the secret about his parents that could shatter everything. Soon, I wouldn't have to endure all this anymore. Because if an elf leaves the Life Forest for more than three years, their life source will dry up and will eventually turn into nothing. At this point, there were only three days left until my disappearance.

Saelyna and her twin brother, Cyran, are among the last, few elves in Halden that are still healing from the wounds of the rebellion. They both work in the King's Glade, growing the magical kingpeas for His Grace's use. One day, Saelyna steals some of the peas in a bid to sell them and repay her brother for the loss of his sheep. That same evening, a werewolf attacks Cyran while hunting, injuring him severely. He escapes and makes it home, but is dying from the wound. A mysterious stranger stops by to help, and uses the peas to heal him. The king's mages, however, have detected the use of magic and send their scouts to apprehend the culprit. Saelyna and Cyran prepare to flee, but are kidnapped, along with other elves. They are taken to a land called Eldad, and their captors turned out to be the werewolves, who wants them to work on their lands and grow more kingpeas to aid their second attempt at a rebellion. Saelyna is placed under the claws of Caivan, who turns out to be the mysterious stranger who saved Cyran's life. And Cyran is forced to work for Gylen, the werewolf who had attacked him. Saelyna finds out that he's not the helping kind though. Caivan is the pack's beta, and next in line to be the alpha, which requires him to be brutal, sharp at will and self-centered. Over time, though, Saelyna and Caivan grow closer, bonding over their affinity for magic, their plans to escape the world and their love for books.

Prince Ron’s life was saved by a silver haired hero. It was love at first sight but the hero disappeared after the exchange of a few words. The young prince accompanies his sister to a mysterious Kingdom where she’s going to be wedded to the King but on getting there, they’re told that the King wants to call off the wedding. Being the good brother he is, he goes to confront the King but doesn’t expect to find his silver haired hero sitting on the throne! He had fallen in love with his sister’s husband to be! What is Ron going to do?

Eloise never thought that she would be chosen, even by her own family, she did not think that the Elf king would see her and genuinely care for her. Not like she cared for it though, or at least that was what she told herself over and over. She did not care, she had gotten over it. The betrayal from her parents, the back stabbing from her sister and even worse, her mate. With the chance to make things right, Eloise grabs at the opportunity, deciding not to waste her time to the worthless piece of trash that was her mate and life was… Perfect. Except one small thing people of the Elf realm were happy with the mating pair, the couple decides to do everything in their power to fight against all But what happens when love isn’t enough? * “look into my eyes” he grabbed my face, making me look nowhere else but at him. “say it, say that you want me and would not let me go” he begged, his voice carrying this harshness but his eyes… “say that you would not let me go or I swear by the heavens, I would not let you go until you do” his hands on my thigh suddenly became too hot, making it impossible to breathe properly. “Dren… ” my voice came out a whisper. holding on to him not planning to let him go. “I need you to get the hell out” I was breathing heavily, “then say it” he carried my second leg around him, making the only thing holding him up the wall and his huge frame. “say it like you mean it” something in his eyes screamed hungry, making me bite my lips in anticipation. “say it my precious, don’t make me wait…

The first of its kind... *A Werewolf-Fantasy Story* They were extinct already, but three Wolf spirits lurked around, waiting for the destined shapeshifter. She is just a human being, until she was plunged into the supernatural world. She is made of evil, but she must find a way to align herself with the good and light of the supernatural, and she can only be sane with her fated mate, who would it be? Even though she is more of an incarnation of the God of the strange, the fate of the lycanthropes is in her hands.