Elvenkingdom Stories

6 Girls: Same Realm, Different dreams. Drove apart by Society, brought together with an urge. An Urge to defeat the Beast and Save the Kingdom.

a fantasy story made by Liviy The plot of the book: In a world filled with magic and wonder, the Elysium empire was split into more kingdoms. The Lumina's kingdom was the most important one with education, hospitals, and so on. So, the princess from the Luna's kingdom, a poor kingdom where mythical creatures lived, sought education as a princess where she meets Axel, an orphan royal soldier who works for the king. He was also a monster hunter.

In the mystical world of Azalor, where the sun glows dark blue and the sacred white moon rises only once every three hundred days, the elite Moonborn elves reign supreme. Bound by tradition, power, and centuries-old secrets, their society is both breathtaking and brutal. Born under the rare White Festival, a silver-skinned child named Olvy enters a world that both celebrates and fears her existence. Her mysterious birth-traced to a forbidden union between tribes-challenges the laws of legacy, bloodline, and power. As ancient legends stir and political tensions simmer beneath marble palaces and forested villages, Olvy's very presence may awaken a long-dormant destiny... one that could reshape the elven world forever. A tale of betrayal, bloodlines, and rising power begins.

before i fade away i have something to tell you, I love ypu -alucard -fades away-

🎏 Author Comment: This tale has been designed and written for younger readers but it can be enjoyed by all. ─ᛰ─ In the elder days before mortal kings etched their borders into stone, before time was measured by crowns and conquests, when Elven Folk shared the world with mortals under treaties older than memory, there came upon our people an age of quiet sundering. It was a time when the Elven folk still walked the high places, after the Dragons that passed like storms along the horizons, and when Elven Folk shared the world with mortals under treaties older than memory. Yet even then, doubt found root. In those days there arose among mortals a whispering hunger, seeded by those who wore borrowed faces. The Changeling Wizards, who fed fear as if it were wisdom. Convincing mortal kings, the magic of the elves no longer served them. What had once been shared truth became superstition. What had once been kinship became a war of wills. From that hour, the old goodwill ended. Thus the space between our peoples widened, until the old paths closed and we were pressed back into the frost-bitten heights of our ancestral lands. And what would happen next would leave the old world in the silent throes of an uneasy realization that all was not as it seemed... A time when love and acceptance became fear and those fears bred greed. Greed bred forgetting. And forgetting became blame. But in that age arose two souls. One born of mortal blood, one of mortal grace. Who chose to stand where others turned away. Alvaro, and Daniela of the western shores, whose names the stone itself remembers. ─ᛰ─ Originally written for ONC26 Prompt 78: You begin to realize that things are not as they seem.