Nightelf Stories

This is the story of the Highborne Zaraine Whitemoon, and how her vast knowledge and thirst for power shaped the fate of many night elves.

So I've decided to make oneshots and imagines about the characters of World of Warcraft. I will admit I'm not all to lore savvy but still these are just for fun, I'll probably get a lot of lore wrong and stuff.

A group of warlocks hunt down Berden to prove that he in fact does exist. As they continue their hunt across the alternate Draenor, they begin to lose hope. Until the Black Wolf himself gives them a visit... (TW for spoilers of World of Warcraft

Once serene place, a home to many unique species, Zangarmarsh has begun to change. After appearance of Illidan's forces, the Naga started to drain waters of the marsh for some mysterious purpose. Later some other races came threatening once peaceful environment with their constant battles. Yet... the young shaman sensed something else. A shiver rushed through her spine as her minds vision had shown something lurking in depths. a shadow hidden from the eyes of mortals... A World of Warcraft short story following a draenei shaman and a night elf druid as they discover a danger much worse than raging bunch of orcs or even Outland's demons.

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Night Elves Considering that the Night Elves are one of the oldest races in Azeroth, it's strange how they're still among the most mysterious. Even if you haven't played World of Warcraft you've seen the image of the iconic Night Elf Hunter or Druid that often stands in as an emblem of the whole franchise. They've been playable characters since back in the day when the RTS Blizzard games were shiny and new, and their heroes are some of the most memorable, beautiful, and powerful. There are players who have never played a night Elf and know virtually nothing about the race, and then there are those that love their Night Elf characters and never play anything else. The latter will already know a few of the obscure facts we've compiled about WoW's most ubiquitous and somehow also most unknown race.

This is a fanfiction of the people of Azeroth, their conflicts and adventure. It is released chapter by chapter and is currently a work in progress. This fanfiction takes place in the World of Warcraft universe and mentioned some of the major characters and storyline involved in the video game. Synopsis: "How dare you Durotha!" She observed the horns and the tattered cloth on the elf's eyes. "What is it Amaya? He is clearly a night elf, one of your own." The Captain appeared to be confused. "He's a demon hunter. One of Illidan's ilk. We've captured dozens of them at the apex of Black Temple after the battle concluded." "Demon hunter? I've only heard rumours..." The demon hunter interrupted, "My brothers and sisters. They still live?" He tried to raise his head and asked with a raspy voice. "Silence demon hunter." The strong Earthshaker guarding the priest and his patient commanded. He used his spear to block the demon hunter from getting out of the cot. "Captain Durotha. We must send this demon to the Wardens. Maiev will know what to do with these lots," commanded the Huntress.

Tae, and Min. Two silhouettes, complete opposites. An elf of silver, and an elf of gold. United by dawn, and by an unbreakable bond - friendship.

Yes yes i know the cover photo and the comic sans makes it look like a joke but i assure you it's a good read! Sweaty night elf sex ahead be warned! The main character is my oc of course but don't be shy to imagine it's your oc or even you~! Also if anyone wants to add me on btag comment yours below ( Mine is Ilikemudkipz#11610)

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An elf got left behind, trapped in one of the presents accidentally. The voice calls out to little Liam who's wandered down to catch a peak at Santa, asking him for help. But what will Liam actually find if he opens the box? *Winner of the "Horror on the Shelf " contest through Wattpad's Horror account* This is a short horror story written for the holiday season. Enjoy!

Grandes histórias às vezes começam com pequenos desencontros. Grandes aventuras às vezes começam com uma viagem corriqueira. Grandes destinos às vezes começam com escolhas simples. Essa é uma história sobre uma elfa noturna que não sabia.

A seasoned Kaldorei warrior speaks of her past in order to ease the fear and tension of her comrades during their current war mission.

What seemed to be a gathering of old battle-surviving friends turns into a suicide mission when archmage Huor engages his friends in the affairs of Kirin Tor, faction of Azeroth's most powerful mages. An ancient enemy of the wizard makes him put everything to lose, including his own life. This is a fanfiction set in the World of Warcraft universe. It is a work of fiction. The characters and scenarios mentioned here are not my property. World of Warcraft belongs to Blizzard Entertainment. Translated from brazilian portuguese.

In the realm of the Blue Night Elves, the steadfast Druid King Kalar leads his people with unyielding determination. A decade-long rift divides his realm from their sister kingdom, the Purple Night Elves. At the heart of this division lies the Silver Human kingdom, a faction of humans with silver hair that possessed remarkable Light abilities and endless ambitions. Kalar's opposition to the growing alliance between the Purple Lands and the silver humans becomes the catalyst that ignites conflict. The Priestess Queen Levenet, the legendary monarch of the purple lands, has proven to be a particularly difficult political rival. Despite her status as the longest-living elf in the history of the world, she defies the conventions of age. Her quick-wittedness and adaptable nature grant her an unnatural advantage in navigating political disputes. While the night elf populace seems mostly unbothered by the rift, its impact resonates across all realms in the region. Even the Feral Bears, the enigmatic creatures revered for their mysterious origins and secret practices, find themselves divided in allegiance. The ceaseless changes and rapid pace of the world weigh heavily on the Druid king. His once tranquil life has been disrupted by tedious duties, leaving him yearning for the quietude of a life he once cherished. In a rare opportunity, he secures a moment of liberty and takes flight to his favorite mountain north of the river, assuming his majestic eagle form for swift travel. Amidst the solace he sought, duty unexpectedly finds him again in the form of a mysterious woman. A reminder that even an immortal king, steeped in ages and full of wisdom, can still uncover lessons anew when the right person appears.

Gale Flightmoon, a young dryad who is Maiev Shadowsong's servitor, had enough of her mistress' vengeance craziness and set out to find an adventure of her own.

this story is about MY world of warcraft character. absolutely nothing about this story is plagiarized.

'There is ghost roaming the lands of The Broken Isles. How do I know this? I know because I've seen her. I've talked to her. I can't quite remember her name, but her voice and face are something I'll never forget. This ghost is quite beautiful and very nice. She normally roams the shore. The very first day I spoke to her, I took a quiet approach. She didn't seem to mind how quiet I was, but as the days passed, I was a bit more confident when speaking to her. After the second day of speaking to her, I started to develop feelings for her. On the seventh day of speaking to her, I told her how I felt. She only laughed and waved. As I opened my mouth to speak again, she vanished into thin air. I felt so heartbroken that she would leave me like that. From this day, I call her The Girl That Was Never There.'