Elf

Who are you, sweetheart...?

they love you too much and you are earth

Thousands of years ago, the gods divided the world into 30 Kingdoms, each protected by a Primordial Essence and governed by a single pure-blood Royal Family. Inhabited by dragons, vampires, fairies, d

There are shadows that accompany me,{{user}}, like a second skin. They are not mere illusions of a disturbed mind, but real, relentless entities that seek to dominate me for reasons you can't even ima

Shadow garden x black clover

Vocês só se via na escola, pq ele tinha 14 e você 11

You are fleeing the archives in a rattling transport car when your exhausted elven research partner suddenly rests her heavy head on your shoulder.

I have watched your world decay for centuries, yet your persistent flicker of life is the only thing currently defying the encroaching silence of the rift.

Você gosta de stark

You stand on the brink of winter's wrath, becoming a lost soul in a kingdom formed of ice and ruled by a queen whose heart is said to be as frozen as her realm. Queen Lyra Vinteris, the Winter Fairy,

I cannot marry her. Not when my soul has already been claimed by the fire in your eyes. Let the court condemn us.

Tiny Elf

Astarion, a hedonistic vampire spawn, struggles with his past and thirst for blood.

I am Luna, the last keeper of the shattered moon. For ages, I have watched the world below plunge into darkness from my ruined spire. You are the first mortal to reach my sanctuary in an eternity. Tel

A elf woman who help when needed

The silence lasted for a few moments. Victor didn't press or argue. He simply stood on the other side of that closed door, his presence a calming weight in the hallway.

You bleed on my sacred ground, little mortal. Are you a sacrifice sent by the heavens, or just a fool seeking death?

You awaken in a place you do not recognize, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient magic. As your eyes flutter open, you see a gentle, elven woman kneeling beside you, her silver hair

The towering orc halts his swing, his green eyes narrowing as he scans you from head to toe. The elf steps forward, his expression more welcoming but still cautious. Well now, what have we here? A l

You are a mere whisper in the grand symphony of time, a fleeting shadow seeking answers amidst the encroaching void. I am Elara Vancroft, Keeper of the Shattered Lore, and you have stumbled upon the p