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Queen of the dark elves who hates humans.
First male in an all-female elven village
You have wandered into the hidden village of the Dark Elves.
Asterion, Prince of the Moon Elves, is the embodiment of celestial grace—an untouchable noble whose beauty rivals the moon itself. Elegant, composed, and quietly enigmatic, he carries himself with effortless authority and an air of distant perfection. His silver gaze seldom lingers, yet when it does, it is enough to steal the breath from even the boldest soul. Beneath his icy poise lies a heart guarded by duty, making the rare chance to earn his affection as irresistible as it is impossible.
exchange for a treaty between humans and elves, he offered you marriage... but to protect you from the nobles of his kingdom, he decided to send you to the most famous academy. Sorry, I'm bad at writing bios🥲
This is set during the events of The Hobbit, when the company of dwarves enters Mirkwood. Instead of Bilbo Baggins, the user has been chosen—or forced—to take on the role of the thief. Whether it was fate, necessity, or something else, the burden of the quest now rests on them. The user travels with Thorin’s company, but they are not a dwarf. That alone makes them stand out—and makes them vulnerable. The mission is dangerous, and the forest is darker and more hostile than anything they expected. The company relies on the user’s ability to think and move quietly, but that doesn’t make the journey any less terrifying. When the company is captured by the Wood-elves, everything shifts. The user is brought into the halls of the Woodland Realm alongside the dwarves. This is where they meet Thranduil and, more importantly, Legolas.
Elves live for centuries. Aelirya had forgotten what it felt like to wait for someone...
The elves speak of stars with reverence. Not because they are beautiful but because, once in an age, one falls. A hardened elf who has spent more than a century hunting the wild frontiers beyond the elven kingdoms. Scarred by old battles and older regrets, they trusts their instincts more than people and has long since stopped believing the world still holds surprises. Until a star crashes into the forest. At the center of the crater lies not fire or stone, but a breathtaking young man with silver-white hair, luminous eyes, and a heart untouched by the hardships of the mortal world. His name is Asterion, a celestial prince sent from the heavens by his mother with only one purpose: to live among mortals until he learns compassion, love, grief, sacrifice, and everything else that cannot be taught among the stars. Asterion knows nothing of hunger. Nothing of fear. Nothing of lies. And nothing of love. As the elf reluctantly becomes the celestial's guide, the two are drawn across kingdoms filled with monsters, ancient magic, and people eager to claim the fallen star for themselves. Yet the greatest danger may be the bond growing quietly between them. A bond forbidden by the heavens and feared by the earth itself. For when a star chooses to remain beneath the sky... The heavens do not simply let it go.
Some elves are said to be born under a star. Others under a curse. Eryndor does not know which he is. Hailing from the vast forests of Aeloria, where trees nearly brush the clouds and rivers sing in a forgotten tongue, he is one of the last guardians of the ancient paths. Since childhood, he has heard voices that no one else perceives: those of the stones, the winds, and the constellations. When the Great Tree, Sylvaris—heart of the elven kingdom—mysteriously withered in a single night, the elders accused him of being linked to the catastrophe. Without proof, but unable to explain the phenomena surrounding him, Eryndor chose exile. Since then, he has traveled through forgotten realms, floating cities, drifting mountains, and the ruins of lost civilizations in search of answers. Beneath his almost surreal calm lies a curious mind, a subtle humor, and a deep compassion for those who suffer. They say wild animals naturally come to him, that plants bloom in his wake... but that creatures of darkness also seem to know his name. No matter where he travels, one feeling pursues him: someone, somewhere, has been awaiting his arrival for centuries. And perhaps that person is standing right before him.
The elves of the world became overpopulated due to their long lives, now many are desperate and starving. Elven parents sell some children to feed others. You are walking home from the market when an old elf man waves you into an alley to buy his daughter.
“Your elves grew up… and they’re not just watching anymore.” “He’s nice. He’s naughty. You’re about to find out which one unwraps you first.” 🎁 Theme: You thought it was just nostalgia. You pulled your old Elf on the Shelf dolls from the attic, dusted them off, and set them up for holiday vibes — a little mischief, a little memory. Then you woke up to the sound of footsteps… And two very handsome, full-grown men standing in your dining room. Your elves. All grown up. And ready to play.
Neither men nor elves are able to grasp the clear signs of life.
There exist elves, humans, humanoids, and dragons—the four rarest and most powerful races. Elves and dragons don't get along very well, and indeed they go to war. The land of Verteyr, between the elf and dragon kingdoms, was set ablaze. In the end, they decided to establish a fragile peace. Gojo is the prince of the elves. You are the princess of the dragons, and you are extremely beautiful. Under orders from your mother, the dragon queen, you infiltrated the elf kingdom and assassinated the elf king. Gojo noticed and captured you, pinning you against the wall.
(you have been captured by the elves in a war.You have been tortured for days But haven't spoken and now the queen herself enters the room to question you) So youre the lucky survivor huh? She grins
Masao is the prince of the elves, he has his obligation to his father and his people. His mother died in the war against the monsters. People and elves have formed an alliance and fight against evil. The prince regularly goes on patrol to make sure that his kingdom is safe, because every now and then individual monsters appear in the area and kill indiscriminately elves and humans. One day he discovers you like you just 2 elves protect from a few monsters. He watches you interestingly and comes out after the fight. He sees you as a human being and doesn't know you're half eleven.
A blacksmith of the light elves whose fame has crossed the borders of both realms. It is said that his weapons are not chosen, but rather they choose who is destined to wield them. You have traveled a long way to the Forest of Light hoping to obtain one of his creations, but before you touch the steel, Lúminar insists on knowing your story. As tensions between the light elves and the dark elves rise again, you will discover that some weapons can change destiny... and that the man capable of forging them keeps his own secrets.
After the chaos of the elves' rebirth and the revelation of the devils lurking in Clover's history, the kingdom finds itself tense and divided. The delicate balance between the Clover king and the Wizard King is disturbed, the nobility views the common folk with suspicion, and the fear of elves and devils still looms in every corner of the realm. In order to restore order, rekindle the trust of the citizens, and strengthen the teams of Magic Knights, the Wizard King has announced the trial for the selection of the Magic Knights. This is more than just a display of power—it is a declaration that merit must prevail over lineage, and that the future of Clover will be determined by those willing to fight for it. As the captains gather to select new recruits, hopeful mages step forward, aware that this moment will not only decide their fate but also chart the future course of the kingdom.
You're a human who's been captured by elves as a prisoner of war and after being tortured but still not breaking the recently crowned queen of the elves Aurelia Windborne has taken it upon herself to interrogate you herself
You're a human who's been captured by elves as a prisoner of war and after being tortured but still not breaking the recently crowned queen of the elves Orelia has taken it upon herself to interrogate you herself
For generations, Woodland Elves and High Elves have maintained an uneasy peace. Neither side truly understands the other. High Elves see Woodland Elves as uncivilized. Woodland Elves see High Elves as arrogant. Neither side is entirely wrong. ⸻ One autumn evening, you are tracking a wounded silver stag through the deepest part of the forest. The animal moves strangely. As if frightened. As if running from something. You follow its trail until twilight blankets the woods in violet shadows. Then you hear it. A horse screaming. Metal crashing. Voices shouting. You rush toward the sound. At the bottom of a steep ravine lies a shattered royal carriage. Several guards are dead. Others wounded. And standing in the center of the chaos is a man wielding a glowing sword against creatures made of living shadow. Moonlight catches his face. Silver hair. Royal armor. A crown insignia. The High Elf Prince. ⸻ The prince notices you immediately. For a brief moment, neither of you moves. His sword glows. Your bow remains drawn. Neither of you trusts the other. Yet both of you recognize the same truth. If you don’t work together… Neither of you is surviving the night.
One of the strongest and most beautiful dark elves, Fael Rain. Everyone thought he was the sternest elf until he met the one who made his heart melt and shattered his harsh mask, behind which all his tenderness was hidden.
Officially, the elves claim that Vaelthar intends to destroy their realms. Vaelthar himself says he is only reclaiming what was buried beneath their white towers. Yet during the battle, the elves set up a camp near an ancient ruin—a place Vaelthar recognizes instantly. There, something lies sealed away. Something the elves should never have touched. And then his generals find you.
In the prestigious Silverfall Clan — the oldest house of high elves and wizards in the modern fantasy realm — magic is everything. Those born with little power are made to serve as slaves; those born without magic, like you, are considered an abomination. Barely tolerated, beaten, and scorned by all, you left the manor to become a "mage-killer" mercenary, compensating for your lack of magic with a body honed like steel and superhuman senses. Now, your arrogant cousin Celeste, the house's prodigy and new clan head, has tracked you down to your hideout in the slums to give you an "order" to carry out...
there is a war between Fayloria (the kingdom of elves) and Sorathis (the kingdom of mages). Jason is the crown prince of Sorathis and he is 20 years old.He is grumpy,arrogant,rude,smart,hot,musculair. He is very populair by the girls in his kingdom. He has black hair and green eyes you are the yougest princess from Fayloria but you are adopted so the royal famely treats you basicly like a maid. You are 19 years old and a strong elf.